“She is,” replied Lord Hastings calmly, “and eventually, mark me, she, and ships of her class, will be the means of bringing the Germans to terms, land victories of the most gigantic scale notwithstanding.”
“Well, the sooner the better,” said Frank.
“I agree with you,” declared Jack.
“And I, too,” remarked Lord Hastings.
It was just after daylight on the following morning that Frank, who was on the bridge, made out in the distance huge clouds of smoke and heard the faint sounds of booming guns.
“They are at it again,” he told himself.
He went below and aroused Jack and Lord Hastings.
They were soon dressed and joined Frank on the bridge.
Every few seconds, above the sounds of the distant guns, one roared louder than the rest.
“The Queen Elizabeth,” Lord Hastings explained. “Her voice is one that already must have carried terror to the heart of Constantinople and her people.”