“Due west, sir,” was the reply.
“Make it west by south,” ordered Lord Hastings.
“Very good, sir!”
Gradually the Sylph bore off toward the south, the German cruiser still in pursuit.
For more than an hour the chase continued, the Sylph still keeping the same distance ahead of the German. Then from the northwest came the distant flash of another searchlight.
“Ship off the starboard bow, sir!” came the cry of the lookout.
“Slow to fifteen knots!” came Lord Hastings’ order, and there was a perceptible diminishing in the speed of the Sylph.
Still the German cruiser came on, quickly reducing the distance between the two vessels. Then, suddenly, the light that illumined the Sylph disappeared; the searchlight on the German had been turned in another direction.
“She has sighted the Lancaster, sir,” said Lieutenant Edwards.
“So she has,” replied Lord Hastings. “Bring the Sylph about, and make your course north by east, Lieutenant Edwards.”