Lord Hastings returned aboard the D-16 and explained the situation to the lads.
“And what shall we do now, sir?” asked Jack.
“Well,” said Lord Hastings slowly, “I see no use waiting outside and letting the other fellows do all the work. Guess we might as well go along after them.”
“Good!” cried both lads in a single voice.
CHAPTER XXV.
IN THE DARDANELLES.
From the bridge of the D-16, Lord Hastings and the two lads viewed the terrible havoc wrought upon the Turkish fortifications by the guns of the allied fleet. Huge holes had been cut in the walls in some places, while at others the fortifications had been literally razed until there remained hardly one stone upon another.
Broken cannon were among the débris, shattered and in tiny pieces. Even now, after all this time, dead bodies, both of men and horses, lay here and there. All this the three upon the bridge of the submarine could see with their naked eyes as they made their way along the narrow strait.
“Terrible,” said Frank.
“It is,” replied Jack, “but it is also a stern necessity.”
“Right,” said Lord Hastings; “for once the Dardanelles is forced, and Constantinople is at our mercy, we have nothing further to fear from the Turks.”