Then the German cruiser sank; and as she disappeared from sight, at a point not half a mile distant, another form appeared upon the surface. It was the D-16.
The Russian commander, who stood near at that moment, turned to Lord Hastings.
“I shall be pleased,” he said, “to have you sent back aboard your ship immediately. Or I shall be still better pleased to have you accompany me, as my guests, to Petrograd, for which port I am bound.”
Lord Hastings turned to Jack.
“What do you say?” he said. “Would you like to see Petrograd—or St. Petersburg, as it was called before the outbreak of the war?”
“Very much, sir,” replied the lad, “if Frank can come along.”
“I guess that can be managed,” was the reply.
Lord Hastings turned to the Russian commander.
“Is there a safe place where I may leave my submarine?” he asked.
“It shall follow us, and be one of us,” was the reply.