Barely two hundred yards to starboard of the stranded vessel was a break in the line of surf and a corresponding break in the coast-line, where either a river gained the sea or the sea formed a narrow inlet. Drawn up on shore at the point formed by the entrance to the creek were three ship’s boats, while a quantity of boxes and casks, apparently thrown overboard from the wrecked vessel, fringed the beach. On a sandy hillock, standing well apart from the rest of the dunes and within fifty yards of the inlet, were several men in European clothes, who, kneeling behind a shallow embankment of sand, were firing at a foe invisible to the crew of the "Aphrodite." Three or four had been hit, for they were lying on the sand to the rear of the defences, while, judging by the smoke and the louder reports, the crew of the stranded vessel were being attacked by a far more numerous body of men armed with rifles firing black powder. "Arabs!" exclaimed Devoran laconically, without removing his binoculars from his eyes. "Or Somalis," added Captain Restronguet. "Clearly we are in the nick of time, for as soon as it gets dark those fellows will rush the seamen and massacre every man-jack of them." Hythe could not help wondering how the crew of the submarine could render any effective assistance. The canvas boat had been lost in the encounter with the "Vorwartz," since it was stowed under the midship hatchway. Captain Restronguet touched him on the shoulder. "Mr. Hythe, you have had experience with landing parties. I have had none. Will you, then, take charge of our automatic quick-firer? I am sending it ashore with nine men." "Very good, sir," replied the sub unhesitatingly, although he was still at sea as to how the men could be landed. "Blow all the ballast tanks!" ordered the Captain. "A leadsman for’ard." Then the sub realized the plan of action. Captain Restronguet was going to take the "Aphrodite" across the bar. With no more ballast than the two sections of iron bolted to her keel for use in emergencies, the "Aphrodite" drew but five feet for’ard and seven aft. The first soundings gave four fathoms: soon the depth decreased to three. Yet unhesitatingly Captain Restronguet held the "Aphrodite" on her course, heading towards the smooth patch in the line of breakers that marked the entrance to the creek. Suddenly the submarine gave a jerk that almost capsized every man on deck. She had stuck right in the centre of the bar, with threatening breakers only a few yards off on either hand. Simultaneously came a hail of bullets from the opposite bank to which the crew of the tramp steamer were holding. A strong body of Somalis, seeing the helpless state of the "Aphrodite," had commenced to direct a heavy fire upon the stranded submarine. CHAPTER XXII. BESET BY SOMALIS. "Take cover!" ordered Captain Restronguet calmly. "Down below, every man."