“Oh, oh, oh!” he screamed. “We are lost; we are lost!” He burst into tears.
Zaidos rolled over and looked.
When you are in the water, as every Boy Scout knows, every object afloat looks mountainous. A common rowboat looms up like a three master, and Zaidos, looking in the direction of the Red Cross ship, saw a couple of battleships approaching, while a huge Zeppelin like a great bird of prey floated overhead. How many submarines were playing around beneath him, he could not guess. One thing was clear. They were in a position stranger than any story, madder than any dream. Floating there, almost exhausted in the sea, they were to be in the center of a sea fight. Velo still wept, and Zaidos himself felt a sob of excitement choke his throat.
“We are going to get it from both sides,” he remarked to his cousin. “That Red Cross ship is trying to get out of range until this thing is over.”
“What is going to become of us?” cried Velo.
“Don’t know!” said Zaidos. “And I don’t so much care. At least I don’t mean to worry. I’ve watched a lot of poor swimmers go down just from exhaustion; and if we are not rescued, why, we just won’t, that’s all. I’ll tell you one thing, though,” he said with sudden anger, “if you don’t brace up and stop making me listen to your whimpering, I am going to duck you again. I did it before when you were trying to drown us both and I am perfectly willing to do it again. You had better brace up!”
Velo was silent, and Zaidos fixed his eyes on the most amazing sight that a Scout ever witnessed.
Suddenly a wild shot ripped across the water, skipped along twenty feet from them, plowed its way into the sea, then disappeared.
Velo screamed. Another shot followed so close that the wave from it rocked them. Zaidos watched the Zeppelin with fascinated eyes. It circled round and round, in an effort to get over the biggest ship. A shot leaped up at it, and missed. The Zeppelin rose a little, then returned to the attack. Another shot narrowly missed it; but at that instant a bomb dropped like a plummet. It was a close miss. Zaidos could see wood fly as it clipped the prow and exploded as it reached the sea, doing but little damage.
“Look! Look!” cried Velo.