Part 13 (1/2)

Through the binoculars the boys made long examinations of the steamer lying to windward of their position. They determined that preparations were being made to send a boat's crew to some port for a.s.sistance in towing the crippled vessel to a harbor.

At one bell, or half past four o'clock, Captain von Kluck came from his cabin. He stepped to the rail, sniffing at the wind. Presently he turned to join the mate in his walk across the deck.

For some minutes the two conversed in low tones. Directly the mate stepped forward, bawling out orders to his men.

At once all was commotion on the k.n.o.bloch's decks. Men tumbled eagerly about, hauling a line here, letting go another there, until they had set the double reefed mainsail, foresail and a mere rag of jib.

When this had been accomplished all hands seized capstan bars. To the tune of a Dutch sailors' ”chanty” the links of the cable slowly clanked inboard. With a lurch the Lena k.n.o.bloch swung as the anchor broke ground.

Like a storm driven bird she was off in the wings of a northwester, lying far over even under the greatly reduced sail.

”Where to now, Captain?” asked Ned as von Kluck stepped along the deck with head bent forward. By his manner of nervous intentness Ned guessed that the captain was carrying a load on his mind.

Von Kluck's only response was a growl as he pa.s.sed the boys.

”Captain's grouchy!” declared Jimmie. ”Leave him alone, Ned!”

”Sure, don't bother him!” added Frank. ”He's worried enough!”

”Just the same, I don't like his looks!” stated Ned with some degree of apprehension. ”He seems to have soured after hearing about the 'U-13.'

Didn't you fellows notice how he listened to Frank's story?”

”Sure we did,” Jimmie replied, ”but then, it's only natural that he should be worried over the possibility of losing his vessel!”

”Well, his getting under way in this weather shows that he intends to be square and land us in an English port as he agreed!”

”I guess von Kluck is a pretty good sort of a chap, after all!” ventured Harry. ”He has tried to treat us as right as he could!”

”I think you're right. We can't blame him for feeling somewhat worried under the circ.u.mstances. We'd be grouchy, too!”

Under a port helm the Lena k.n.o.bloch swung to starboard leaping forward into the waves as if glad to again be battling with the sea.

Ned and his companions felt that they could be of no service in handling the schooner. They, therefore, retired to the shelter of the cabin, where they were protected from the stinging blasts of sleet and snow that came screaming out of the northwest.

Scarcely had the schooner won clear of the jagged ledges when the full force of the tumbling waves was felt. It seemed to the boys that the stern of the little vessel was hurled to an unbelievable height only to drop so far they feared nothing could save them.

But Captain von Kluck and his mate were expert navigators. They had sailed the ocean since large enough to handle a line. They knew the Lena k.n.o.bloch's ability to withstand the buffeting of the elements.

As night drew on the boys expected to witness a cessation of the storm.

Their prediction was fulfilled. Gradually the gale blew itself out, leaving but a strong sailing breeze, although the water still continued rough. Captain von Kluck took advantage of this change to shake out the reefs in his canvas and to spread more sail.

Just as the moon showed in the east between ma.s.ses of cloud the lookout reported a s.h.i.+p in sight off the port bow. In a short time the two vessels had approached within about two miles of each other.

”They're apparently heaving to!” cried Ned who had been using the binoculars. ”It looks as if they're getting the boats over!”

From the waist of the other vessel the boys saw a great cloud of dark smoke appear. The small boats had scarcely gone a s.h.i.+p's length away from the scene. The crew were rowing with the greatest haste.

”I see the conning tower of a submarine!” cried Ned.