“No fear. They will be all right,” was Belding’s reassuring reply.
“Just the same I’d feel a lot better if all the Hun subs and raiders were bottled up at their bases.”
“By the way,” said Belding, “what do you think of this Sea Pigeon we hear so much talk about? Think there is such a craft?”
“Why not? We know that some kind of an enemy vessel slipped along south and evaded our patrol, leaving a trail of sunken and torpedoed ships behind her.”
“But a huge submarine, with superstructure and all——”
“That is only a guess,” laughed Whistler. “Personally, I believe this Sea Pigeon is a raider and no submarine at all. A submarine of the size reported would use up a lot of petrol.”
“That’s all right,” said Belding quickly. “She could get supplies down along the Spanish coast. There are plenty of people that way friendly to the Germans.”
At the moment they heard the sudden chatter of the radio instrument. Belding turned instantly to put his head into the little room. The operator smiled and nodded to him.
“Something doing,” he muttered. “One of you chaps want to take this message to the com?”
“Let’s have it,” said Whistler, quickly, holding out his hand.