The career of the raider and her crew had been brought to a close, and before nightfall the boats of the flotilla had regained their respective ships. * * * * * Frank Denbigh is sub-lieutenant no longer, but a full-fledged lieutenant with the letters D.S.O. tacked on to his name. He has just received his appointment to a brand-new battle-cruiser, and is about to serve with the Grand Fleet. Pat O'Hara is still limping about on one foot somewhere in the Emerald Isle. He, too, has gained a step in rank, but rather envies his chum's good luck. Still, there is time for the light-headed Irishman to get fit again and be in at the death, when, it is to be hoped, the visions of the trident in the German fist will be shattered for good and aye. And Stirling? In recognition of his services he is confirmed as lieutenant-commander of the monitor _Crustacean_. He is still looking forward to his leave in the Highlands, but meanwhile he is doing good work in a remote portion of the globe in upholding the glorious tradition of the real Mistress of the Seas. End of Project Gutenberg's Rounding up the Raider, by Percy F. Westerman