"The skull and cross-bones, by Jove—two of 'em!" said a young lieutenant on the Admiral's Staff to his friend, a newly promoted Commander.
"So it is! How on earth did they get those on board a German submarine?"
"Someone of resource on board has spent a happy hour or two on the cruise home."
The young gentleman was right, but he did not know that Dickson max.'s shirt and the back of Dickson major's coat were the materials used by Mr. Scarlett, who was very handy with his needle.
"Here they come!"
"Here they come!" "Here they come" "Hurrah!" "Hurrah!"
Bang! went a whole salvo of guns. Upon the deck of the Submarine was a little group of four figures, and, if the truth must be told, four dirtier and more shame-faced human beings have rarely made a public appearance.
"Those must be the boys," the lieutenant shouted in his friend's ear.
The other nodded. He was staring at the Submarine.
"By Jove!" he cried, "there's the 'Whelk,' the good old Whelk! Look at him! We were at Osborne together, and he always swore he liked the beastly things—so the name stuck to him. That other chap must be his brother, I suppose—the schoolmaster Johnny."