“And the Russians on the other side, in the Black Sea, what are they doing?” asked Frank.
“The best they can, you may be sure,” replied Lord Hastings, “but not having the ships of our class they are at a disadvantage. Nevertheless, they will be in at the finish, I am sure.”
“Then we shall nail them from two sides at once,” said Frank.
“Exactly.”
As the D-16 made her way up the narrow strait, the sounds of cannonading became louder, until, after half an hour’s journey, it became a veritable roar.
“Great Scott!” shouted Frank. “This is awful. A fellow can hardly hear himself think.”
Now the D-16 came within sight of the last of the allied vessels, and she was pouring her shells along the shore as fast as she could shoot. Other vessels ahead of her, now also in sight of the D-16 were doing likewise.
“Where is the Queen Elizabeth?” asked Jack.
“Oh, she is way up ahead,” said Lord Hastings.
“Then that is the place we are bound for, I suppose,” asked Frank.