CHAPTER
I.—[WHAT'S BRED IN THE BONE]
II.—[THE PERIL OF THE SILVER PIT]
III.—[WATCHERS OF THE SEA]
IV.—[THE MENACE OF THE MINES]
V.—[UNDER THE SYCAMORE]
VI.—[WHAT MARK FOUND IN THE PIGEON LOFT]
VII.—[UNDER THE WHITE ENSIGN]
VIII.—[HOW MARK MADE HIMSELF SMALL]
IX.—[AN EXPERT IN MINE-SWEEPING]
X.—[DARBY CATCHPOLE'S DISCOVERY]
XI.—[THE ESCAPE]
XII.—[A FLEET IN HIDING]
XIII.—[THE GERMAN ADMIRAL]
XIV.—[BRAVE AS A BRITON]
XV.—[TREASURE TROVE]
XVI.—[THE BOMB-PROOF SHELTER]
XVII.—[TOLD THROUGH THE TELEPHONE]
XVIII.—[A SHRIMPING ADVENTURE]
XIX.—[U50]
XX.—[PUT TO THE TEST]
XXI.—[THE RAIDERS]
XXII.—[CUT AND RUN]
XXIII.—[STRIKING THE BALANCE]
XXIV.—[THE MEETING ON THE CLIFF]
XXV.—[MAX HILLIGER'S SATISFACTION]
XXVI.—[THE GUIDING LIGHT]
XXVII.—[SURVIVORS]
XXVIII.—[THE WAY TO CALAIS]
XXIX.—[MAX MEETS THE ADMIRAL]
XXX.—[DREADNOUGHT AGAINST DREADNOUGHT]
XXXI.—[SUBMARINES AT WORK]
XXXII.—[U50'S WORST CRIME]
XXXIII.—[MAX RENOUNCES THE FATHERLAND]
XXXIV.—[THE SUPPLY SHIP]
XXXV.—[PRISONERS OF WAR]
DREADNOUGHTS OF
THE DOGGER.
CHAPTER I.
WHAT'S BRED IN THE BONE.
The Scoutmaster paused in his work of opening a tin of condensed milk on the top of a packing-case. Glancing upwards to the shoulder of the cliff, he caught sight of a figure partly concealed beyond a dark clump of gorse and bramble. He could see the shining brass tube of a telescope beneath a naval cap. The telescope was levelled at the slate-grey shape of a light cruiser riding at anchor in Haddisport Roads, abreast of the camp.
"Your brother's out early, Redisham," said the Scoutmaster, turning again to the milk tin. "I hope he'll come down to us. I expect he can tell us a lot about that cruiser out there. He looks well in his cadet's uniform!"
Mark Redisham was bending over the fire, frying eggs and bacon. Some of his companions were in the tent, dressing after their morning swim, while others of the patrol were variously occupied in preparing the camp breakfast.
"Yes, sir," he answered. "Lucky chap, isn't he? I envy him being in the navy. And he's more than a cadet now, Mr. Bilverstone. He's a full-fledged midshipman—or soon will be, when he steps aboard his ship."
One of the Sea Scouts near to him, a tall, loose-limbed youth with a budding moustache, stood watching the lithe young fellow in naval uniform, now approaching with his telescope under his arm.