It all came
back to him in a flash---the unknown ship that Sammy Smith had heard
working its way up along the coast.
Was it near? Was it friend or enemy? Would he be seen?
Jack lifted his head and scanned the horizon. It was early morning
and dawn was breaking out of the sky. The first thing that attracted
his attention was a heavy pall of smoke that hung over the water. The
sea was rough.
Carried up on the crest of a wave he beheld the ship that the microphone
had discovered for him in the wireless room. It was now a long way
past the spot where the _Dewey_ lay submerged and had passed northward,
several hundred yards nearer the coast. Carried fifty or a hundred
feet forward through the water by the force of the expulsion from
the torpedo tube, the youth had emerged in the widened wake of the
vessel. Apparently it was a German warship returning to its base
in Wilhelmshaven after a night raid off Dunkirk or Ostend. It was
hugging the coast fortifications now for protection.
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