In a moment the crew were awake and Raymond on the bridge rubbing his eyes and peering out at the intruder. The Destroyer had seen her also, and her cable was coming in hand over fist. The sound of the engines died away, and a voice came up the hatch reporting that they were ‘shut off for diving and tail-clutch in, sir.’ ‘Flood 1,’ replied Raymond. ‘Stand by 2 and 3. Heave in the weight.’ ‘Open No. 1 Kingston and No. 1 main vent,’ came Seagrave’s voice. Then, ‘1 full, sir.’ ‘All right. Stand by to dive.’ ‘Don’t think it’s much after all, sir,’ said Boyd. ‘Looks rather like a tramp.’ It _was_ a tramp. An Admiralty collier on her way south for a fresh cargo of black diamonds, and Raymond cursed his unlucky star that had brought him out in the middle of the night for nothing. ‘’Vast heaving the weight,’ he cried. ‘Blow 1. Fall out diving stations.’ The tramp waddled by without seeing them (they were a very small mark even in the moonlight), and never knew the excitement she had caused, but her ears must have burned nevertheless. ‘I don’t think we need start the charge again,’ Raymond told the ‘Sub’ when he got below once more. ‘We’ll be getting under weigh in another hour.’ And so the remainder of the watch passed peacefully, and at four o’clock Raymond was up once more and the weight anchor was hove in. The Destroyer was awake also, and her cable brought up the dripping anchor as ‘123’ was getting her engines ready. The compass was brought up and everything prepared, and then the _Master’s_ screw began to revolve and she swung round to her course. Raymond leant down the hatch. ‘Engines 300 revs.,’ he shouted. ‘Three ’undrest, sir,’ floated up from below, and then away came the Diesels and a cloud of petrol-filled exhaust swept over the bridge. ‘123’ gathered speed, and the vapour thinned away as Boyd steadied her on her course. Then _Master_ drew ahead and began her zig-zag. A break of a few hours and they were off again on their way to Darlton, the present goal of the ‘ship’s company’s’ desires. The dawn was struggling over the eastern sky and away to starboard the land was showing up through the shadows. With the sunrise came a cloud of trawlers, who hovered round until absolutely certain of the submarine’s bona fides, and then fell away and pursued their lawful business of Hun hunting. Farther south a patrol of three Destroyers came up over the horizon, swept them with a searching glance, and hurried on over the earth’s shoulder, following their patrol-track as a sentry does his beat. After breakfast they fell in with a supply-ship on her way to the Fleet, and later on passed a coastwise cargo-boat, who turned on heel and ran till convinced by the _Master_ that ‘123’ was not a ‘U’ boat. And so the day wore on, and the funny man cracked jokes and the signalman played a mandoline in the after-compartment, and towards three o’clock in the afternoon the smoke of Darlton was visible down the coast.