“He may get us yet,” was Darrin’s quiet answer.
It was Lieutenant Curtin who first discovered a number of small specks away over in the eastern sky.
“They’re not clouds,” said Dave, eyeing the specks through his glass, “but at the distance I can’t make out what they are.”
“If they can’t turn over submarines to us, I hardly care what they are,” muttered Dan Dalzell to himself.
With the fleet dashing forward, and the specks moving nearer, it was not long before watchful eyes behind glasses discovered just what the specks were.
“Now, we’ll see something interesting,” quoth Darrin.
“They’re coming to take our glory, instead of adding to it,” Dan insisted.
“What do you care who puts the Huns on old Ocean’s bed, as long as they arrive there?” Dave asked, coolly.
“Will they put any Huns there?” Dalzell inquired, doubtfully.
“If they don’t, we can still sail in and help ourselves to the best we can find,” laughed Dave.