“Well,” said Lord Hastings, “we’ll go closer and see, although there is nothing we can do for them.”
The object of this conversation lay almost due west, a trifle north. The head of the D-16 was consequently turned slightly, and she made for the vessel at top speed. The three officers remained upon the bridge, barely rising above the water, and at last they were able to make out the ship.
“Merchantman, all right!” said Jack.
“Yes!” exclaimed Frank, becoming suddenly excited, “and do you make out her colors?”
Jack took another look.
“By Jove!” he exclaimed.
Lord Hastings also raised his glass to his eyes again, then started back with an exclamation of surprise.
“They have gone too far this time,” he said slowly. “This means trouble.”
For the colors flying at the masthead of the sinking merchant ship were the Stars and Stripes!
“The United States will not let them get away with anything like that,” declared Frank vehemently.