"Mr. Hetherington!" called the commander. The first lieutenant of the little vessel saluted. "Yes, sir."
"I fear the enemy is too strong for us, sir. You will have to bring the Sylph about."
"Very well, sir."
A moment later the head of the little scout cruiser began to swing gradually to the left.
Jack returned to the wheelhouse.
"What on earth are we coming about for?" demanded Frank, as his friend entered.
"Lord Hastings believes the enemy is too strong for us," was the other's reply.
"But that's no reason to run, is it?"
"I don't think so, but it appears that Lord Hastings does. I guess he knows more about it than we do."
"I guess that's so; but I don't like the idea of running."