The Brighton Boys with the Submarine Fleet by James R. [pseud.] Driscoll
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of the Hun retreat. The _Dewey_ held a strategic position. She
viewed the approaching squadron as though looking down the hypotenuse of the angle. The Germans were speeding along the base. The _Dewey_ had but to slip down the perpendicular to intercept the panicky Prussians. And that was just what Lieutenant McClure proposed doing. All hands were ordered below and the hatches sealed. Running on the surface, the oil engines were put to their best endeavor and the _Dewey_ cleft the whitecaps at her best speed. "Go forward, Mr. Hammond, and inquire of Chief Gunner Mowrey how many torpedoes we have aboard," ordered Lieutenant McClure. Jack hurried away and returned in a few minutes to report that all four tubes were loaded and two auxiliary Whiteheads in the racks. The _Dewey's_ torpedo range was two miles, but her commander preferred to be within less than six hundred yards for a sure shot. McClure could now see the leader of the German squadron---a powerful battle cruiser---crowding on all speed. His guns astern, powerful fourteen-inch pieces in twin turrets, were in action, firing huge salvos at his pursuers. The destroyer rode far to starboard of the cruiser, emitting a steady stream of smoke designed to blind the eyes of the pursuers. Jockeying into position after another twenty minutes' run, the _Dewey's_ commander decided to let loose with a torpedo. The cruiser had pulled up now until it was nearly dead ahead of the American submersible. The destroyer was dancing along several hundreds yards in the rear of the |
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