Jack sprang forward and gave his chum a resounding slap on the back.
"That's what I call shooting," he declared fervently.
"Good work, Frank," said Lord Hastings quietly, stepping forward. "An excellent shot."
Masses of wreckage floating upon the surface of the sea were all that was left of the German submarine, with here and there a few floating bodies. Soon these disappeared and there was nothing to indicate that an under-sea craft had so recently been near.
From aboard the Lion, Commander Thompson signalled his compliments to The Hawk.
"And now I suppose we will go back again," said Frank to Lord Hastings.
"Well, no," was the reply. "The Glasgow is not safe yet. There may be other submarines in these waters. I should say that we shall escort her all of a hundred miles."
"What I would like to know," said Frank, "is why her commander, instead of trying to escape at once, didn't launch a torpedo or two. He might have disposed of one of us."
"But the others would have surely done for him," said Lord Hastings. "He probably figured he could submerge before we could hit him."
"He guessed wrong that time," declared Frank.