It was impossible to see more than a hundred yards from the sides
of the _Dewey_ in any direction, and there appeared nothing but the
rolling swell of the ocean. Nevertheless, overlooking no precaution,
McClure gave orders for all lights to be dimmed amidships. In the
darkness the crew went to work to substitute the new "eyes" of the
ship for the damaged tubes, climbing out on the superstructure and
working energetically.
Just as the forward periscope was being lowered into position and
secured, Commander McClure, supervising the work, was startled by a
voice out of the fog, a stentorian challenge through a megaphone, that
seemed almost on top of the submarine.
"What ship is that?" came the call in German.
For a moment it seemed that some one on the deck of the submarine must
be playing a prank on his friends. But Bill Witt, who was doing
lookout duty forward, declared that the cry was right at hand and
apparently from the deck of a warship.
Whispering to the repair crew to go quickly below McClure addressed
himself to the unknown voice in his best Deutsch.
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