"That," said Frank quietly, "is the end of her."
"Right you are," agreed Jack. "Now we'll go back to The Hawk."
Both lads bent to their oars with a will.
CHAPTER VIII.
FRANK IN TROUBLE.
Now perfectly happy, the two boys rowed back to The Hawk as rapidly as possible. They were happy for two reasons—first because they were once more in active service, and second, because they had just emerged successfully from a desperate venture.
A light glowed brightly aboard the little motorboat, now that the enemy had been disposed of; so the two lads had no trouble making their way back. Lord Hastings greeted them with outstretched hands as they went over the side.
"A pretty good job you made of it," he declared.
"Well, we did pick off a couple before you got busy, sir," agreed Frank. "But if you hadn't fired the moment you did they would have potted us sure. They had a couple of shots at us, but fortunately, they didn't have time to get the accurate range."