The Sub of the Pylos looked puzzled.
"It's all right," he replied soothingly. "She's as tight as a bottle. We'll tow her in yet."
Meredith shook his head.
"I'm on the wrong tack evidently," thought the Sub. "I wonder if he can write down what he wants."
He handed Kenneth a pencil and notebook. The wounded officer took them eagerly and, with trembling fingers feebly grasping the pencil, he wrote:
"Prisoners still below."
"Good enough," exclaimed the other. "I'll see to that."
Kenneth smiled, closed his eyes, and relapsed into unconsciousness.
* * * * *
Accompanied by a couple of hands, the sub-lieutenant of the Pylos went below and hurried aft.