Two Boys of the Battleship Part 20

From the funnels of the battles.h.i.+p belched clouds of black smoke.

CHAPTER XVIII-BIG GUNS BOOM

"What's the idea of taking after that craft, I wonder?" remarked Ned, when it became certain that the chase was on.

"Give it up," answered Frank, "unless the old man wants to throw a scare into those revolutionists."

"I guess that's it," chuckled Tom Dawson. "We'll take their navy away from 'em, and then they can't do anything."

"They couldn't do anything anyhow, with that d.i.n.ky little craft against the _Georgetown_," boasted Hank Dell.

"Don't you fool yourself, son, and let that idea get away with you,"

came from an older blue-jacket. "A little craft like that may have a torpedo tube or two concealed about her, and if she lets a Whitehead go at us, and it hits--good-night! as the boys say."

The others knew that he spoke the truth. A single torpedo, with its 200-pound explosive charge of the terrible gun cotton, can render helpless the greatest battles.h.i.+p in the world if the hole is blown in the right place below the waterline. And this indisputable fact has caused many nations, our own included, to doubt the wisdom of building so many big, heavily-armored and expensive s.h.i.+ps. Many well-informed persons favor the development of a navy of submarines, which are becoming more and more efficient each year. They cost only a fraction as much as a battles.h.i.+p or cruiser, and can successfully cope with the larger craft.

"I wonder what a wars.h.i.+p of the Uridian revolutionists is doing out here, anyhow?" went on Ned, as he and his friends watched the other craft which was endeavoring to escape.

"Probably scouting along the coast to see if it can capture anything,"

suggested Frank. "The treasury of the revolutionists may be at low ebb, and they may hope to replenish it."

"That's what they've been doing, with your money and mine and Uncle Phil's," remarked his brother in a low voice. "I wish the _Georgetown_ would help to get some of it back for us."

"Maybe she will," Frank murmured. They had followed their plan of not telling their s.h.i.+pmates the peculiar situation which had led them to enlist.

Everyone who could get a vantage point, and was not obliged to be at other duties, was watching the chase. The battles.h.i.+p was running under forced draft, and Ned and Frank were very thankful that they were not coal-pa.s.sers, or firemen. For the temperature in the stokehole of a battles.h.i.+p, when forced draft is being used, is about the highest in the world.

Still everything possible is done to make the men comfortable, and they only work in short s.h.i.+fts, changing frequently, and receive the best of medical treatment and advice if they are temporarily overcome, as often happens. But word had gone into the engine room that the _Georgetown_ was really making her first race after what might be considered a hostile craft, and the coal-pa.s.sers and firemen stuck to their tasks with great grit, determined to make their craft do her best.

So through the sea plowed the great battles.h.i.+p, an immense wave piling up on either bow as she pushed her way along driven by the powerful engines deep in her interior.

"We don't seem to be catching up very fast," observed Frank.

"No, that little craft is showing a clean pair of heels," agreed Ned.

"We aren't built for speed, anyhow."

This was true enough, though for her size the _Georgetown_ was one of the fastest battles.h.i.+ps afloat. Still a smaller boat which did not meet with so much resistance going through the water, could get away with comparative ease. And it looked as if this was what was going to happen.

"Why don't we fire a shot at her?" murmured Tom Dawson.

"We can't very well put one across her bows when we're dead astern,"

commented Ned. "And if we fire any other way we're likely to hit her."

"Which I suppose we haven't a right to do," observed Frank. "We aren't at war with Uridio. It's only that we aren't going to let her revolutionists do things to our citizens."

But it was evident that something was going to be done, for there sounded, a little later, the order for clearing the s.h.i.+p for action.

With cheers the men sprang to their stations, Ned and Frank going to the big gun turret, though it was hardly possible the great guns would be used on so small an opponent.

The decks were quickly cleared, and preparations made for all emergencies. The captain seemed to have taken into consideration the same idea that the sailor had given voice to-namely, that a torpedo might be launched against the _Georgetown_. He was going to take no chances, and even the boats were gotten ready for a quick launching if it should prove necessary.

"Fire one shot at her, to starboard from a three-inch gun," was the order that came a little later. And with a yell of delight, not from bloodthirstiness, but at the chance for action, the crew of that gun sprang to obey.

"I wish we had a chance," murmured Ned, regretfully, as he stood at the ammunition hoist in the big turret.

"Say, if one of these projectiles. .h.i.t that s.h.i.+p there wouldn't be a thing left," said Frank.

"No, I reckon not. Well, maybe our chance will come later."

With a dull boom the smaller gun sent out a projectile that carried a small explosive charge. It was aimed to strike far enough to one side of the escaping craft to do no damage.

Into the sea splashed the sh.e.l.l, and as it burst it sent a column of water high into the air.

"That's a notification to them to slow down and let us come up to them,"

said Frank.

"I wonder if they will," came from Ned.

The issue was not long in doubt. From the stern of the smaller boat there shot out a puff of smoke, and then came a dull report. A small object was seen speeding toward the _Georgetown_.

"They're trying to torpedo us!" shouted Ned, looking from the forward turret.

"That's no torpedo," one of the more experienced sailors said. "It's only a small projectile, and it's going to fall short."

A moment later events proved that he was right, for the sh.e.l.l fell into the sea five hundred yards from the battles.h.i.+p, and a spray of water flashed into the air.

"Guess her guns haven't much power," said Frank.

"But she shows, by firing back at us, that she isn't going to pull up and let us investigate her, I think," remarked Ned. This was the case, for the other craft, the name of which was not visible, kept on at an undiminished speed. She was rapidly leaving the _Georgetown_ behind, and soon the commander of the latter gave up the chase. He did not want to waste his coal, or run the risk of burning out bearings, or breaking a shaft, merely to capture a craft so small as the one flying the Uridian flag of the revolutionists.

"We can attend to her case later, if she comes monkeying around when we're anch.o.r.ed off that banana republic," observed Hank, and the others agreed with him.

Gradually the escaping craft drew away, until only her smoke could be seen on the horizon. It was the general opinion, afterward, that the vessel had been scouting around, perhaps to get sight of the approach of the United States' war craft, and having seen her, had made haste to run and bring the word to the land forces. Just what the outcome would be no one knew.

It was two days later when the _Georgetown_ came to anchor off the city of Pectelo, which was the seacoast capital of Uridio. As the big chains rattled through the hawse pipes, a boat was lowered away, and Captain Decker and some of his officers went ash.o.r.e to learn what the situation was.

What took place ash.o.r.e was not made public to the s.h.i.+p's crew when the cutter returned. But a grave look was observed on the faces of the captain and his officers.

Everyone on the _Georgetown_ waited eagerly for the next move. It was not long in coming.

"Man the forward turret!" came the command. "To your stations, men.

We're going to give them a demonstration!"

"Hurrah!" cried Ned.