The Adventures of the U-202 Part 11

This meant "Reissteufel" was to go.

Schweckerle was in his element and, when he gave his commands, the sailors ran as if the devil was at their heels.

"You here! You there! You take that! You take the other! Forward! Hurry!

Take hold! Get the oil can! That's good! That's enough! Now put it in-push it forward! Now hold back! Slowly-slowly-stop!"

One last word of encouragement to the torpedo disappearing into the tube! At last the parting glance, and Schweckerle slammed the tube shut, and "Reissteufel" was ready to go on his way.

At once this was reported to me in the conning tower, but only a few of the allotted ten minutes had pa.s.sed and we had plenty of time. We took a closer look at the sailing s.h.i.+p before we sent her to the bottom for good. She was a large modern s.h.i.+p, constructed entirely of steel, and had the latest equipment over all, even in the rigging. She could carry a cargo of from three to four thousand tons and, without doubt, had come from a long distance, because sailing s.h.i.+ps of this size do not travel along the coast. What kind of a cargo did she carry?

The French crew stepped into her boats and left their s.h.i.+p. The last boat was capsized, when it was launched, and all in it fell into the sea. Another one of the boats came quickly to the rescue and picked up the swimming and struggling sailors. When all had been saved, I turned our prow toward the sailing s.h.i.+p, which was now lying absolutely still, and fired our first torpedo.

Poor Schweckerle! There it goes, but it heads straight, Schweckerle, true as an arrow. Bravo, Schweckerle! The French in the lifeboats, who had approached us where they believed themselves safest, yelled in terror when the detonation followed and the water spout was thrown high above the mastheads.

"Oh, mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Notre pauvre vaisseau!"

"Poor devils," I thought. "I understand how you feel over your beautiful, fine s.h.i.+p, but why didn't you stay at home? Why do you go to sea when you know what threatens? Why do you or your governments force us to destroy your s.h.i.+ps wherever we can find them? Do you think we are going to wait until our own women and children starve and let you keep your bread baskets full before we defend ourselves? You have started it.

You are responsible for the consequences. If you would discontinue your inhuman way of carrying on the war, then we would let your sailing s.h.i.+ps and steamers pa.s.s unmolested, when they do not carry contraband. You have wanted war to the knife. Good, we have accepted your challenge."

The sailing s.h.i.+p sank rapidly by the stern, turning over on her side until the yard arms touched the water and the red bottom could be seen.

And, at last, when the pressure burst the forward cargo hatch, there was a shower of corn, and the proud s.h.i.+p, with a dying gurgle, disappeared into the deep.

The captain came aboard us. He never lost for a minute his personality as a polite Frenchman with elegant manners. He swung himself into the conning tower, smiled with the pleasantry of a boulevardier, and, with a gracious bow, handed his s.h.i.+p's papers to "mon capitaine." In the most polite and courteous German, I offered him a cigarette, for which he thanked me with a smile, as if we had been the best of friends for years. We questioned him. From where was he coming and where bound? He answered frankly and showed us without requesting it what a valuable catch we had made. It impressed him greatly how we were traveling about in our little sh.e.l.l, and there was no doubt he had an inclination to go along with us on our sea-robbing voyage, if he could have done it.

When I asked him why he had not obeyed our signals to stop, he acted as innocent as a new-born baby, and a.s.sured us that he never saw our signals. Indeed, he went so far as to say he had not even observed our U-boat until we fired our gun. When I pointed out to him that he had hoisted the signal of distress long before that and that this made his story hardly believable, he dropped the subject with great skill and gave the conversation a new turn. It was impossible to catch this smooth Frenchman, and when I had him cornered so that another man would not have known what to say, he slipped through the conversation like an eel with his great politeness.

I was struck with surprise to see his men so well dressed, washed, and shaved. I, a "barbarian," did not want to be behind the Frenchman in point of manners, so I complimented him on his crew's splendid appearance. Then he began to lament.

"Oh, my poor boys," he complained. "They have not looked so well throughout our voyage, but only to-day they have been scrubbing themselves, because they hoped to be able to get ash.o.r.e to-night. See this, mon capitaine," he continued and opened his log-"on January 23rd we cleared from Saigon and have sailed nearly around the world, and now, only a few hours before reaching our port, we are met with such a disaster. What a tragedy! What a tragedy!"

I consoled him the best I could and promised to a.s.sist them so that they could land at the same time they had hoped. Then I, as he was about to leave the U-boat, offered him another cigarette, shook his hand amicably, and sent him off the s.h.i.+p.

We had agreed that I would tow his boats toward the coast until some new spoils hove into sight. Then they would have to do the best they could for themselves.

Soon after two o'clock, this occurred when the mastheads with the tips of white sails arose over the horizon.

We cast off from the boats, wished the Frenchman a safe journey, and turned toward our new prey, while Schweckerle made "Flink" ready.

As we came nearer, we discovered something that made us jump. We had been certain that the s.h.i.+p which was approaching was a large three-master, rigged somewhat like the one that we had just sunk, but what now astonished us and aroused our suspicion was that we distinctly saw, at times, dark clouds of smoke that seemed to be closely a.s.sociated with the sailing s.h.i.+p which floated between and behind her sails.

"Anything that you cannot explain is always suspicious."

In accordance with this well tested rule for U-boats, we cautiously kept off a little, so as to let the mysterious s.h.i.+p pa.s.s us at some distance.

We had heard too much of U-boat sinking to rush at anything blindly.

What would happen if, behind the mask of the big sailing s.h.i.+p, a ready and fast torpedo boat was sneaking which, quick as lightning, would swoop down on us? First we must find out with what we had to deal.

We could soon make out what it was. At a distance of about two hundred meters in front of the sailer, there was a strong tug pulling the full-rigged s.h.i.+p with a thick hawser, so that it could make better time.

There was nothing suspicious in this in these parts of the sea. It often happened that sailing s.h.i.+ps were towed in over the final fifty miles of their voyage to reach port before evening, and thus gain an entire day.

The large tugboats went far out to sea and tendered their high-priced services.

"Ah," we thought, "there is no danger here! But on the contrary, it looks like a grand chance to sink a s.h.i.+p, and, at the same time, send its crew ash.o.r.e safely"-the thought we always had in mind when it did not interfere with our duty.

I rubbed my hands in satisfaction. We would give the crew of the sailing s.h.i.+p a chance to get aboard the tugboat and so send them home.

Maybe they might also meet the s.h.i.+pwrecked crew of the French sailing s.h.i.+p and take them aboard.

At top speed we headed for the tugboat. First we circled round our prey to be sure that we would not be surprised by a masked gun and especially examined the tugboat, because he traveled back and forth daily through the danger zone, and would be more apt to be armed than would the sailing s.h.i.+p coming from a long voyage.

There was nothing suspicious to be seen-therefore we advanced. We approached the stern of the tugboat, slowed down, and, within calling distance, kept pace with him. Groning, Petersen, Lohmann, and a sailor were with me in the conning tower. The tugboat flew the British flag. I shouted with the full power of my lungs:

"Take aboard the crew! Take aboard the crew!"

I waved with my left hand toward the sailing s.h.i.+p, in order to make my meaning clear. The commander of the "little bulldog," as Petersen called the tugboat, took his short clay pipe out of his mouth, spat far out from the bridge where he was standing in a careless att.i.tude, but otherwise took no notice of us except that he may have thrown a shrewd, cunning glance our way. I thought he was hard of hearing and drew a little closer and yelled again:

"Take the crew off!"

The wind had increased during the last few hours and the sea began to run higher and was was.h.i.+ng over our deck. It was impossible for us to use our guns-the crew would have been swept away without any chance of being saved-and we were, for that reason, unable to emphasize our commands in a desirable manner, but we knew what to do when the commander on the "bulldog" did not display any inclination to comply with our ten-times repeated order. I had a revolver handed to me from below and let a bullet whistle close to the head of the stubborn rascal.

The Englishman seemed to understand this language better. He abandoned his careless slouch, blew the tug's siren, and yelled loud, sharp commands to the crew. Then he turned for the first time towards me, put his hand to his cap with a short salute, and next lifted his right hand vertically in the air, which, according to the international language of sailors, meant:

"I understand and will obey."

The crew on the "bulldog," which in reality bore the name _Ormea_, had, however, cast off the hawser and were now standing idly all around the deck with their hands in their pockets and looked at us curiously. The captain went to the engine telegraph and signaled "Half speed ahead."

"Ha," we thought, "now he'll turn and lay himself alongside the sailing s.h.i.+p."

What happened next took only a minute.

When the _Ormea_ had gathered speed, it certainly turned-but not to port, which would have been the nearest way, but towards us. At the same time the skipper signaled to his engine room:

"Full speed ahead!"

The st.u.r.dily built, speedy tug rushed at us, pus.h.i.+ng aside the waves with her prow.

We had, of course, been keenly observing every move made on the tugboat, but suspected nothing until that moment when he headed straight for us.

"The man is crazy!" I yelled. "He intends to ram us. Full speed with both engines. Hard a-starboard!"

But it looked as if we had grasped the situation too late. The tug had gotten a start on us in speed and came at us, smoking copiously, like a mad bulldog. The distance between us, which to begin with had been two hundred meters, decreased with great rapidity. Now the prow was hardly fifty meters from us. Our hair stood on end.

"Bring up pistols and guns," I called down.

These weapons, which were hanging always loaded, were quickly handed up to us, and we opened a quick fire on our onrus.h.i.+ng enemy. Already I saw the captain's sly, water-blue eyes scornfully glittering and read the spiteful joy in his grinning face. He had good reason to feel happy. He would reach us, he must reach us, because he had greater speed than we had, and his position was more advantageous. Nearer and nearer came the moment when would stick his blunt, steel prow into our side, and the nearer he approached, the harder our hearts beat.

Twenty meters-fifteen meters! Was there no escape-no hope of rescue?

Yes! Groning, the calm and thoughtful Groning, became our savior. He was on one knee by me on the conning tower platform and sent one shot after another at the oncoming target. Suddenly he caught the idea which saved us.

"The helmsman!" he yelled. "All men aim at the helmsman!"