"You hear me, skipper?" I asked.
"Clearly—and you?"
"Four-four. Hang on now—we're going up." I eased the "Lachesis" into Cth and hung like glue to the border. "How's it going, skipper?"
"A bit rough but otherwise all right. Now steer right—easy now—aagh!"
"Skipper!"
"Okay, Marsden. You nearly pulled me in half—that's all. You did fine. We're in good position in relation to 'Amphitrite.' Now let's get our signals straight. Front is the way we're going now—base all my directions on that—got it?"
"Aye, sir."
"Good, Marsden, throttle back and hang on your converters."
I did as I was told.
"Ah—there she is—bear left a little. Hmm—she's looking for us—looks suspicious. Now she's turning toward 'Amphitrite.' Guess she figures we are gone. She's in position preparing to fire. Now! Drop out and fire—elevation zero, azimuth three sixty—Move!"