Broken cannon were among the débris, shattered and in tiny pieces. Even now, after all this time, dead bodies, both of men and horses, lay here and there. All this the three upon the bridge of the submarine could see with their naked eyes as they made their way along the narrow strait. "Terrible," said Frank. "It is," replied Jack, "but it is also a stern necessity." "Right," said Lord Hastings; "for once the Dardanelles is forced, and Constantinople is at our mercy, we have nothing further to fear from the Turks." "And the Russians on the other side, in the Black Sea, what are they doing?" asked Frank. "The best they can, you may be sure," replied Lord Hastings, "but not having the ships of our class they are at a disadvantage. Nevertheless, they will be in at the finish, I am sure." "Then we shall nail them from two sides at once," said Frank. "Exactly." As the D-16 made her way up the narrow strait, the sounds of cannonading became louder, until, after half an hour's journey, it became a veritable roar. "Great Scott!" shouted Frank. "This is awful. A fellow can hardly hear himself think." Now the D-16 came within sight of the last of the allied vessels, and she was pouring her shells along the shore as fast as she could shoot. Other vessels ahead of her, now also in sight of the D-16 were doing likewise. "Where is the _Queen Elizabeth_?" asked Jack. "Oh, she is way up ahead," said Lord Hastings. "Then that is the place we are bound for, I suppose," asked Frank. "That is the place," replied Lord Hastings. By one, two, ten, fifteen, nineteen ships the D-16 went, and then, just ahead, the form of the giantess of the sea loomed up. From her issued dense clouds of smoke, and her voice spoke in a terrible tone as she hurled her messages of death and destruction many miles farther than the eye could see. This monster was the British Super-dreadnought _Queen Elizabeth_. The two lads looked at her spell bound as she continued to spit fire and smoke, and in truth she looked like some monster of ancient fiction. In action as she was, she was indeed a wonderful sight. "That," said Frank calmly, "is what I call a ship." "Some ship, as you Americans would say," laughed Lord Hastings. Right under the stern of the _Queen Elizabeth_, the D-16 came to a stop. The commander of the British dreadnought had noticed the arrival of the little vessel, and took the time to hail her. Upon learning that Lord Hastings was her commander, he invited him to come aboard at once. "Would you like to go with me, boys?" asked the commander of the D-16. "I should say we would, sir," replied Frank eagerly. Jack also spoke in assent and five minutes later the three were aboard the _Queen Elizabeth_. Lord Hastings presented the lads to the commander of the dreadnought, who spoke to them pleasantly. Then he and Lord Hastings retired for a few moments to the cabin, where they talked over the progress of the fighting.