Jack stepped to the periscope and peered through.
Less than a quarter of a mile away floated a mass of débris, all that was left of the Austrian submarine.
“You are sure that is part of her?” asked Jack.
“Positive,” was the reply. “You can see part of her periscope among the wreckage.”
Jack took another long look.
“You are right, sir.”
“We may as well rise to the surface,” said Lord Hastings, and Jack gave the command.
“Which way now, sir?” the lad asked.
“Back to the fleet to report,” was the reply.
Jack descended below and gave the word.