"There she is!" cried Blake.
"I see her!" answered Joe, as he focussed the lens of the machine on the object "I'll get her as soon as she breaks!"
The mewing picture boys, as well as Charlie, had forgotten all about the need of taking their places at the stations assigned to them, to be in readiness to get into a boat. They were sharply reminded of this by one of the junior officers.
"Take your places! Take your places!" he cried.
"Not yet!" answered Joe. "We want to get a shot at her first!"
"But, young gentlemen, you must not shoot with that. It will be ineffectual! Let the gunners do their work, I beg of you. Take your places at the boats!"
"That's all right!" exclaimed Blake "We're only going to shoot some moving pictures."
"Ah, what brave rashness!" murmured the French officer, as he hurried away.
Blake and Joe, with Charlie to steady the machine, for the steamer was now zigzagging at high speed in an effort to escape the expected torpedo, were taking pictures of the approach of the submarine. The underwater craft was still coming on, her periscope in the midst of a hail of fire from the steamer's guns. For, now that the vessel was making turns, it was possible for two gun crews, alternately, to fire at the German boat.
"There goes the periscope!" yelled Charlie, as a burst of shots, concentrated on the brass tube, seemed to dispose of it.