But there was to be no escape for the German. The British cruiser gave chase, and it was soon apparent that she was much faster than the foe.
There was a heavy crash as her big guns opened fire on the stern of the enemy. The Yucatan’s passengers watched eagerly for the result.
The German cruiser seemed to stagger in her stride, and a cloud of wood and steel flew in the air. The first shot had struck home, and in some manner had disabled the engines of the German. Escape being impossible, the latter turned to give battle.
Immediately the British cruiser reduced her speed.
Shirley and Mabel stood at the rail of the Yucatan with clasped hands and strained faces.
“And to think that we shall see a real sea fight!” exclaimed Mabel.
“But think of the poor sailors,” said Shirley.
“Of course,” said Mabel, “but they may be saved. Perhaps the German commander will surrender.”
“I am sure he won’t,” declared Shirley.
“No, he won’t surrender,” said Dick. “Whatever else you may say of the Germans, their bravery cannot be doubted.”