"Stand by!" he ordered. "Guns' crews prepare to take your stations. Blow main and auxiliary tanks."
Bells clanged, valves hissed and pumps grated, men hurried to and fro in execution of loud-voiced orders.
Von Preugfeld turned to his unter-leutnant.
"Bring her up," he ordered. "I am going to take those fellows prisoners."
CHAPTER XII
PRISONERS OF WAR
"What in the name of goodness is that?" exclaimed Captain Cumberleigh.
He knew perfectly well. The sight of a slender pole inclined slightly from the perpendicular and throwing out a double feather of spray as it cleft the water told him that it was the periscope of a submarine.
His exclamation attracted the attention of his companions. Even as they looked appeared the tip of the second periscope, followed almost immediately by the bows and conning-tower of the submarine. Then like a gigantic whale the long, bulging hull slithered above the surface, the water pouring from its deck in cascades of swirling foam.