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ing deck gear over the off rail. At once pandemonium reigned in the convoy as ships behind sheered out to avoid compounding the already serious col- hision. At once fresh confusion succeeded. The ship that was the victim of the Sadie’s caprice suddenly dropped her false bulwarks and the moonlight elinted off the barrels of big guns both fore and aft. Harsh orders sounded in German and the guns began spitting fire. Shells began bursting against ships on all sides as the raider that had insinuated itself into the midst of the convoy bevan its work. Escort ships began dashing toward the scene, worm- ing their way through the scattering freighters so as to get to a spot where they could open fire. “T told you,” said Captain Tolliver, serenely. “You can always trust her.” But she was sinking, and the crew were lowering what boats they could. The commodore was one of the first to leave, since he was in charge of the entire expedition and must transfer his flag to a surviving ship. Tolliver stayed behind. There was not room enough in the beats for one thing, and his faith in the durability of the Sadie Saxon was unlimited. He had seen her in worse plight many times before. The raider had succeeded in backing away, but it, too, was in a perilous condition. Her bows were torn wide open and she was fast going down by the head. She continued to fire viciously at everything within reach, paying especial attention to the crippled Sadie Saxon. A shell struck her funnel and threw fragments and splinters onto the bridge. One fragment struck Cap- tain Tolliver in the right thigh and he went down with a brief curse. An- ether pair of projectiles burst aft among the rest of the crew who were en- gaged in freeing a life raft from the mainmast shrouds. It must have killed them all, for when shortly afterward a destroyer ranged alongside and hailed, there was no answering cry. Tolliver hauled himself to the wing of the bridge and managed to cut an opening in the weather screen. He looked out just in time to see the flaming remnants of the raider sink under the moon-tipped waves. The freighters had all gone and the destroyers were charging off in a new direction. Ap- parently submarines, working in conjunction with the camouflaged raider, had made their appearance. Tolliver watched a moment, then was aware of a growing faintness. His-leg must be bleeding more than he thought. In a moment everything turned black. It was bioad daylight when he came to again. Another peep showed him an empty ocean. The convoy must have gone on, as it was proper and correct it should. And then he heard the burr and roar of airplanes overhead. They swooped low, raachine-gunning the decks systematically on the assumption men were still aboard. One, more daring than the rest, swooped in between the masts. Sadre Saxon was trembling in every plate and rivet. | “Steady, girl,’ murmured the now delirious captain, laying his cheek against the bridge deck and patting it gently with his one hand, “you can’t 0 2 ? comicbooks.com