you say?"

"No sir," replied Jack. "I think not. You may see that the
wreckage has already been cleared away, and the enemy is still
plugging away at us."

"Mr. Hetherington!" called the commander. The first lieutenant
of the little vessel saluted. "Yes, sir"

"I fear the enemy is too strong for us, sir. You will have to
bring the Sylph about."

"Very well, sir."

A moment later the head of the little scout cruiser began to
swing gradually to the left.

Jack returned to the wheelhouse.

"What on earth are we coming about for?" demanded Frank, as his
friend entered.

"Lord Hastings believes the enemy is too strong for us," was the
other's reply.

"But that's no reason to run, is it?"

"I don't think so, but it appears that Lord Hastings does. I
guess he knows more about it than we do."