Rounding up the Raider: A Naval Story of the Great WarWesterman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
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Rounding up the Raider: A Naval Story of the Great War
Westerman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Naval operations -- Juvenile fiction
"I can't say I am particularly keen on another swim," replied O'Hara.
"Otherwise I've no objection to studying the fauna and flora of this
delectable land. But what's the object?"
"It's about time we bade farewell to the _Pelikan_" replied Denbigh.
"It's four days since that little affair with the destroyers, and our
cruisers have apparently made no attempt to get even with von Riesser
and his motley crowd. I'm rather curious to know what's doing?"
"I can't see how going ashore will help," objected the Irishman.
"It will if we get to the mouth of the river. If the cruisers are in
the lagoon, well and good."
"And if not?"
"Then we'll have to exist as best we can till they do arrive."
"H'm," muttered O'Hara. "And the other fellows--Pennington and
Armstrong?"
"We'll ask them to join our merry throng," answered Denbigh. "The more
the better, once we get clear of the ship."
That same afternoon the subs broached the matter to the master and mate
of the lost _Myra_.
"I must cry off, thanks all the same," was Captain Pennington's reply.
"Happen what may my place is with my men. I have no objection to
Armstrong going with you, but I hope you have carefully weighed the
matter. If you miss being picked up by the boats of the squadron your
plight will be an unenviable one. The climate, the wild nature of the
coast, and the natives, who are certainly under German influence, are
all against you. Personally I think you stand a better chance by
remaining here and letting events take their course. The _Pelikan_ is
trapped. Capture or destruction is but a matter of time."
"True," admitted Denbigh. "But these fellows evidently mean to put up
a stiff fight. They've been doing something down the river--probably
throwing up masked batteries. If we could manage to find out what they
are up to and can communicate the intelligence to our ships it would
help matters."
"That's another consideration," said Captain Pennington. "In fact,
your duty lies that way."
"Are you trying your luck with us, Armstrong?" asked O'Hara.
"I'd be only too pleased to have a cut at it," replied the mate.
"Especially as Captain Pennington has no objections. How do you
propose to get clear of the ship? You can't swim ashore, because
there's nothing but slimy mud on the bank for some distance."
"There's a punt made fast alongside the port quarter," said Denbigh.
"They don't hoist it on board at night, because it's there when we turn
in and in the same place when we come on deck in the morning. They
only use it during the day."
"And there's a sentry right aft," objected Armstrong. "He'd spot us as
sure as daylight."
"Look here," declared the sub. "If I succeed in getting her alongside
amidships will you be ready to swarm down and into her?"
Armstrong nodded in assent. O'Hara also expressed his willingness to
attempt the enterprise.
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