Lord Hastings shook his head.
“Not much use,” he said. “You might hit one, and you might not. It’s not worth a chance. But we haven’t any time to lose now. They know we’re here, and the quicker we get out the better. They’ll have every German submarine in these waters on the hunt for us. Fortunately, we have the heels of any of them, and we can still see while submerged. They don’t know that; so, for the moment, the advantage is on our side.”
“But, sir,” protested Jack, “how about the other part of our plans here?”
“What?” demanded Lord Hastings.
“Warship, or two, sir,” said Jack.
“True,” said Lord Hastings. “I had forgotten. Shape your course due north for two miles, Mr. Templeton; then come to the surface.”
He turned to Frank and spoke again:
“We’ll leave our card, at any rate,” he said quietly. “You may prepare for action, Mr. Chadwick!”
CHAPTER VII.
THE ATTACK.
An instant later every man aboard the D-17 was on the alert. Lord Hastings stood at the periscope, which, immediately the submarine had reached the desired place, would make visible to him the great German battleships upon the surface of the water.