"Yes," he said. "At least a signal has just come through ordering us to raise steam for working cables at seven p.m."
Lettigne, perched beside Mordaunt on the other side of the cabin-top, leaned across. The crowded excitements of the afternoon had lapsed into oblivion.
"D'you mean the whole Fleet, or only just us?" he asked.
"The whole Fleet," replied Morton, staring ahead between the twin funnels of his boat. "I suppose it's the usual weary stunt; go out and steam about trailing the tail of our coat for a couple of days, and then come back again." The speaker gripped the spokes of the wheel almost savagely. "Lord!" he added, "if only they'd come out…."
Mordaunt fingered his nose gingerly. "They do come out occasionally, I believe. You'd think their women 'ud boo them out…. They sneak about behind their minefields and do exercises, and they cover their Battle-cruisers when they nip out for a tip-and-run bombardment of one of our watering-places. But we'll never catch 'em, although we can stop them from being of the smallest use to Germany by just being where we are."
"We could catch them if they didn't know we were coming South," said another Midshipman perched beside Mordaunt with his knees under his chin.
"But they always do know," said Harcourt over his shoulder. "Their
Zepps always see us coming and give them the tip to nip off home!"
"Fog…" said Mordaunt musingly.
"Yes," said another who had not hitherto spoken. "That 'ud do it all right. But then you couldn't see to hit 'em. 'Sides, you can't count on a fog coming on just when you want it."
"Well," said Morton, with the air of one who was wearied by profitless discussion. "Fog or no fog, I only hope they come out this time."