A shell from the Goeben, which was nearer the Sylph than her
sister ship, crashed into the very mouth of one of the Sylph's 8
inch guns, blowing it to pieces.

Men were hurled to the deck on all sides, maimed and bleeding.
Others dropped over dead. An officer hurriedly reported the fact
to Lord Hastings.

"We'll get even with her," said His Lordship grimly. "Give her a
shot from the forward turret."

In spite of the tragedy enacted before his eyes only a moment
before, the British gunner took deliberate aim.

"Boom!"

There was silence, as all watched the effect of this one shot.

"Right below the water line," said Lord Hastings calmly. "A
pretty shot, my man."

By this time the Gloucester had come within striking distance,
and her heavy guns began to breathe defiance to the Germans. But
the Breslau and the Goeben had no mind to engage this new enemy,
and quickly turned tail and fled.

Lord Hastings immediately got into communication with the captain
of the Gloucester by wireless.

"Pursue the enemy!" was the order that was flashed through the