"We'll have a try at it," was the reply. "In this darkness we can go very close without fear of being seen, The Hawk is so small."
Fifty yards from the submarine, which lay quietly in the water, The Hawk came to a stop and the forward gun was made ready for action.
"Funny there isn't some one on deck," muttered Frank.
"By Jove! So it is," declared Lord Hastings. "Must be something wrong. I wonder what?"
"I have it, sir," declared Frank. "It's one of the vessels that those other motorboats—the ones we sunk—were to have reported to."
"I believe Frank is right," agreed Jack. "It probably comes to the surface here every night, awaiting their return."
"In that event the chances are that most every one aboard is asleep," remarked Lord Hastings.
He gave the command for The Hawk to proceed.
"What are you going to do, sir?" asked Frank.
"See if we can't capture her," replied Lord Hastings quietly.