"Rather," agreed Jack with a smile. "There is no use talking, Frank, you are some boy when it comes to shooting."
All that afternoon the motorboat flotilla trailed the Glasgow; but until nightfall no other German submarine had appeared. An hour after nightfall, Commander Thompson gave the command to put about and return.
Slowly the little craft came about and started back toward Bantry Bay. Behind them now, the Glasgow, safe at last, steamed rapidly away, bound for the distant port of New York, and "home," said Frank to Jack.
"Do you wish you were on her," asked his chum curiously.
"No," replied Frank, slowly, "unless I was sure I would find my father waiting for me when I reached there. However, I am having a pretty good time on this side and I know that I shall return safely some day."
The Hawk, last in line, made her way back slowly.
An hour after the lights of the Glasgow had faded from view, Frank, glancing forward, was unable to make out the distant light of a single of the other motorboats. He called Lord Hastings' attention to this fact.
"Is that so?" exclaimed his commander in some surprise. "I had no idea we had been going so slowly. We'll step out a bit."
He issued a command, and the speed of The Hawk increased. But still, after an hour, they had failed to come up with the others.
"Well, it's nothing to worry about I guess. We know the way back as well as the others; besides, there is no particular hurry."