ur thanks
or any other expression from you. Do not stand there looking at me. I
have given you a chance to do something--now do it!" The last was a
peremptory command that made me jump.

Glancing up, I saw that the tower was empty, and I lost no time in
clambering up, looking about me. About a hundred yards off lay a
small, swift cruiser-raider, and above her floated the German
man-of-war's flag. A boat had just been lowered, and I could see it
moving toward us filled with officers and men. The cruiser lay dead
ahead. "My," I thought, "what a wonderful targ--" I stopped even
thinking, so surprised and shocked was I by the boldness of my imagery.
The girl was just below me. I looked down on her wistfully. Could I
trust her? Why had she released me at this moment? I must! I must!
There was no other way. I dropped back below. "Ask Olson to step down
here, please," I requested; "and don't let anyone see you ask him."

She looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face for the barest
fraction of a second, and then she turned and went up the ladder. A
moment later Olson returned, and the girl followed him. "Quick!" I
whispered to the big Irishman, and made for the bow compartment where
the torpedo-tubes are built into the boat; here, too, were the
torpedoes. The girl accompanied us, and when she saw the thing I had
in mind, she stepped forward and lent a hand to the swinging of the
great cylinder of death and destruction into the mouth of its tube.
With oil and main strength we shoved the torpedo home and shut the
tube; then I ran back to the conning-tower, praying in my heart of
hearts that the U-33 had not swung her bow away from the prey. No,
thank God!

Never could aim have been truer. I signaled back to Olson: "Let 'er
go!" The U-33 trembled from stem to stern as the torpedo shot from its
tube. I saw the white wake leap from her bow straight toward the enemy
cruiser. A chorus of hoarse yells arose from the deck of our own
craft: I saw the officers stand suddenly erect in the boat that was
approaching us, and I heard loud cries and curses from the raider.
Then I turned my attention to my own business. Most of the men on the
submarine's deck were standing in paralyzed fascination, staring at the
torpedo. Bradley happened to be looking toward the conning-tower and
saw me. I sprang on deck and ran toward him. "Quick!" I whispered.
"While they are stunned, we must overcome them."

A German was