Rounding up the Raider Part 31

Presently he turned and bawled something. The rush of the wind made his words unintelligible, but he pointed to the aerial release.

Denbigh understood, and depressing the lever allowed a hundred and fifty feet of wire to be run off the reel.

Leaning over the side of the fuselage the sub brought his gla.s.ses to bear upon the waterway almost beneath him. He could distinguish the fatal bend in the Mohoro River where the _Myra_ had turned turtle and had been swallowed up in the s.h.i.+fting sand. He could even discern her outlines as she lay on her side with ten feet of water swirling overhead.

Farther down-stream was something that looked exactly like an island covered with luxurious vegetation. It was the _Pelikan_. The disguise was really admirable. Had Denbigh not known of the means her crew had taken to hide her he would never have detected her presence.

But the _Pelikan's_ hour had not yet come. Until the sh.o.r.e batteries and fortifications had been sh.e.l.led out of existence she was to be left severely alone. With the _Myra's_ crew confined on board the raider, the British monitors dare not open fire upon her.

Round circled the sea-plane, gliding down to within five hundred feet of the summit of the mangroves. Everything seemed quiet beneath. The whir of the propeller and the rush of air deadened all other sounds.

Here and there were clearings, like to one another as peas in a pod.

For the first time in his life Denbigh felt uncertain.

Again he swept the river with his binoculars. Across the mud-flats, for the tide was now almost on the last of the ebb, he spotted two slender dark lines stretching towards the navigable channel. A little way down was a series of small dark objects thrown athwart the stream.

They were the torpedo-piers and the barrels supporting the chain boom.

Almost abreast of them was the screened battery.

At a sign from Denbigh the flight-sub trimmed the elevating planes. Up climbed the machine till at an alt.i.tude of six thousand feet she was visible from the distant monitors. Then she commenced to cut figures of eight, while Denbigh began to call up the _Paradox_ by wireless.

Having made certain that the monitor had gauged the required distance the sea-plane volplaned to within a thousand feet of the ground.

The receiving telephones fixed to Denbigh's ears began to emit faint sounds that in Morse spelt out the words, "Stand by to register".

Twenty seconds later a lurid flash, followed by a terrific cloud of yellow and black smoke, leapt skywards from a spot in the mangroves.

In spite of her alt.i.tude the sea-plane rocked violently in the torn air. For a moment Denbigh thought that the machine was plunging helplessly to earth.

The gentle tapping of the wireless receiver recalled him to a sense of duty.

"How's that?" spelt the dot-and-dash message.

Where the sh.e.l.l had burst a dozen or more trees had been literally pulverized. Others, their trunks lacerated by the explosion, had toppled at various angles against those that had withstood the shock.

The "hit" was roughly two hundred yards beyond the screened battery.

From beneath the foliage covering the emplacements men peeped timorously. A dull-grey figure, bent almost double, was running for shelter. It was one of the German sentries.

"Right direction; two hundred yards over," wirelessed Denbigh.

Another heavy projectile screamed on its way, pa.s.sing some hundreds of feet beneath the seaplane. It burst; but the sound like that of its predecessor was inaudible to the pilot and observer. The action of the detonating sh.e.l.ls reminded Denbigh of an animated photograph, so effectually and silently did the work of destruction appear.

"A hundred yards short," registered the sub.

"Then how's this?" was the rejoinder.

Fairly in the centre of an emplacement fell the twelve-hundred-pound sh.e.l.l. High above the mushroom cloud of smoke flew fragments of wood and metal. When the dense vapour had drifted away in the sultry air it was seen that the work of that gigantic missile was accomplished.

A gaping hole fifty feet in diameter marked the place where the carefully-screened quick-firers had been.

Round the edge of the crater were smouldering sand-bags hurled in all directions like small pebbles. The two guns, dismounted, were sticking up at acute angles in the debris, their mountings shattered into fragments of sc.r.a.p-iron metal.

There was no sign of life in the crater, nor in the partly uncovered dug-outs in its vicinity, but from a neighbouring position poured swarms of Germans, half-dazed and terrified by the explosion that had shaken their subterranean retreat like a severe earthquake shock.

The _Paradox_ had completed her particular job.

Meanwhile a second sea-plane was registering for the _Crustacean_, her guns being directed upon the piers on which the _Pelikan's_ torpedo-tubes had been placed.

Without once coming within sight of her objective the little monitor effected her mission with two shots, blowing both torpedo-stations to smithereens.

Nor was the _Eureka_ less successful. A sh.e.l.l fired in front of the crowd of demoralized Germans as they fled through the mangroves literally roped them in. Panic-stricken they doubled back and disappeared in the dug-outs close to the wrecked emplacements, and the _Eureka_, having been accordingly informed, ceased firing.

"Now for the _Pelikan_!" exclaimed Stirling, as the sea-plane, having returned, put Denbigh on board the _Crustacean_.

"It will be an affair of boats, I suppose," suggested O'Hara. "With the flood-tide and on a dark night she ought to be captured with little loss to the boarding-party."

Two of the monitors were lying at anchor in the river. The _Eureka_, having to watch the coast, steamed slowly up and down the lagoon, her progress watched by hundreds of awe-stricken natives.

The question of how to deal with the _Pelikan_ was under discussion, for Captain Holloway had convened another council of war at eight bells in the afternoon.

The boats carried by the monitors were not fit for cutting-out work, and although a certain means of destruction was at the command of the senior officer, he was reluctant to put his terrible resources into force on account of the presence of the _Myra's_ crew on board the raider.

While the discussion was in progress, the majority of officers favouring a suggestion that the light cruisers should be brought up by wireless, a steam launch was reported to be coming down the river.

The launch bore a large white flag flying from a staff in the bows. In her stern-sheets was Ober-leutnant von Langer.

Received with naval honours, a guard being mounted on the quarter-deck of the senior monitor, von Langer came over the side, and announced himself as the representative of Kapitan von Riesser, of H.I.M. s.h.i.+p _Pelikan_.

"Well, sir?" asked Captain Holloway briefly.

"I am here to discuss terms," said the ober-leutnant.

"Which must be unconditional surrender of men and material," added the skipper of the _Paradox_.

"Excuse me," said von Langer. "But we are not yet beaten."

"You are precious near it," said Captain Holloway. "Unless the German Ensign is hauled down on board the _Pelikan_ within an hour I will open fire."

[Ill.u.s.tration: "UNLESS THE GERMAN ENSIGN IS HAULED DOWN ON BOARD THE _PELIKAN_ WITHIN AN HOUR, I OPEN FIRE."]

"If you do you must remember that there are many English prisoners on board," declared the ober-leutnant with the air of a man who has thrown down his trump card.

"Within one hour, unless the _Pelikan_ is surrendered in her present state, without further damage to her stores, equipment, and hull, we open fire," was the British officer's mandate. "Return to your s.h.i.+p at once, Herr Leutnant, and inform Kapitan von Riesser that he must take immediate steps to safeguard his British prisoners, either by sending them down the river or else by placing them in a secure shelter on sh.o.r.e. I shall hold your kapitan and officers morally responsible for any of the _Myra's_ crew who may be killed or injured in the forthcoming operations."

"You have yet to find the _Pelikan_," spluttered the German officer.

"Excuse me, sir, she is found," said Captain Holloway. "To show that I am not in the habit of speaking at random I will produce proofs."

He gave an order to a seaman, who doubled off to the quarter-deck companion-ladder. Presently Denbigh, O'Hara, and Armstrong, who during the interview had discreetly gone below, appeared on deck.

The ober-leutnant's jaw dropped. His podgy cheeks quivered with intense surprise.