“Submarine!” came the cry. “We have been torpedoed!”
The fight was over. German sailors, those of them who were able, sprang into the sea by the dozens. Others attempted to launch the life boats. And while this was going on, there came a terrific explosion from aboard the enemy, and she sprang into flame, lighting up the semi-darkness for miles around.
Lord Hastings turned to the Russian commander, who passed him at that moment.
“You have my submarine to thank for this victory,” he said quietly.
The Russian bowed gravely, and replied:
“I know it. I have treated you badly. I am sorry. However, I am willing to answer for my actions, for I had the good of my country at heart.”
Lord Hastings stretched forth a hand.
“I am sure of it,” he said simply. “I bear no ill will.”
The Russian shook his hand heartily; then turned to the work of looking after the dead and wounded. Lord Hastings and Jack turned their eyes toward the German cruiser, which was slowly sinking.
Hundreds of German sailors were in the sea, clinging to such pieces of débris as came to hand. Immediately the Russians launched life boats and set about the work of rescue; and all who were in the water were saved, the German commander among them.