"
A signal to the _Dewey's_ engine rooms put the vessel in motion just
long enough for her commander to turn the nose of the craft slightly
to starboard, and then the submarine rested quietly again.
"Friends, Americans, and fellow patriots: my compliments to the
Imperial German Navy," began "Little Mack" as he leaned forward to
touch off a torpedo---and there was a rare smile on his lips.
For an instant the _Dewey_ quivered as the torpedo shot from the bow
of the submerged ship and raced away under the water. Her commander
hugged the periscope glass and watched for developments.
"Got him!" he shouted excitedly, dancing about wildly on the grating
of the conning tower. "It's a hit beyond all doubt. We struck her
almost amidships."
The German vessel had been dealt a deathblow. She was sending up
distress signals.
"She's afire now and can't last long," mused the _Dewey's_ commander
as he continued to survey the ship in distress. "Her magazines will
go in a minute.
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