The Boy Allies with the Victorious Fleets

Robert L. Drake

Boy Allies with the Victorious Fleets, The

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Title: The Boy Allies with the Victorious Fleets The Fall of the German Navy
Author: Robert L. Drake
Release Date: January 7, 2005 [EBook #14626]
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The Boy Allies With the Victorious Fleets
OR The Fall of the German Navy
By ENSIGN ROBERT L. DRAKE
AUTHOR OF
"The Boy Allies With the Navy Series"
[Illustration: A.L. BURT COMPANY NEW YORK]
The Boy Allies
(Registered in the United States Patent Office)
With the Navy Series
* * * * *
By Ensign ROBERT L. DRAKE
* * * * *
The Boy Allies on the North Sea Patrol or, Striking the First Blow at the German Fleet
The Boy Allies Under Two Flags or, Sweeping the Enemy from the Sea.
The Boy Allies with the Flying Squadron or, The Naval Raiders of the Great War.
The Boy Allies with the Terror of the Seas or, The Last Shot of the Submarine D-16.
The Boy Allies in the Baltic or, Through Fields of Ice to Aid the Czar.
The Boy Allies at Jutland or, The Greatest Naval Battle in History.
The Boys Allies Under the Sea or, The Vanishing Submarine.
The Boy Allies with Uncle Sam's Cruisers or, Convoying the American Army Across the Atlantic.
The Boy Allies with the Submarine D-32 or, The Fall of the Russian Empire.
The Boy Allies with the Victorious Fleet or, The Fall of the German Navy.
Copyright, 1919
By A.L. BURT COMPANY
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THE BOY ALLIES WITH THE VICTORIOUS FLEET
CHAPTER I
ABOARD U.S.S. PLYMOUTH
"Sail at 4 a.m.," said Captain Jack Templeton of the U.S.S. Plymouth, laying down the long manila envelope marked "Secret." "Acknowledge by signal," he directed the ship's messenger, and then looked inquiringly about the wardroom table.
"Aye, aye, sir," said the first officer, Lieutenant Frank Chadwick.
"Ready at four, sir," said the engineer officer, Thomas; and left his dinner for a short trip to the engine room to push some belated repairs.
"Send a patrol ashore to round up the liberty party," continued Captain Templeton, this time addressing the junior watch officer. "Tell them to be aboard at midnight instead of eight in the morning."
"Aye, aye, sir," said the junior watch officer, and departed in haste.
There was none of the bustle and confusion aboard the U.S.S. Plymouth, at that moment lying idle in a British port, that the landsman would commonly associate with sailing orders to a great destroyer. Blowers began to hum in the fire rooms. The torpedo gunner's mates slipped detonators in the warheads and looked to the rack load of depth charges. The steward made a last trip across to the depot ship. Otherwise, things ran on very much as before.
At midnight the junior watch officer called the captain, who had turned in several hours earlier, and reported:
"Liberty party all on board, sir."
Then he turned in for a few hours' rest himself.
The junior watch was astir again at three o'clock. He routed out a sleepy crew to hoist boats and secure for sea. Seven bells struck on the Plymouth.
Captain Templeton appeared on the bridge. Lieutenant Chadwick was at his side, as were Lieutenants Shinnick and Craib, second and third officers respectively. Captain Templeton gave a command. The cable was slipped from the mooring buoy. Ports were darkened and the Plymouth slipped out. A bit inside the protection of the submarine nets, but just outside the channel, she lay to, breasting the flood tide. There she lay for almost an hour.
"Coffee for the men," said Captain Templeton.
The morning coffee was served on deck in the darkness.
Lights appeared in the distance, and presently another destroyer joined the Plymouth. Running lights of two more appeared as the clock struck 4 a.m.
Captain Templeton signalled the engine room for two-thirds speed ahead. Running lights were blanketed on the four destroyers, and the ships fell into column.
Lieutenant Chadwick felt a drop on his face. He held out a hand.
"Rain," he said briefly.
Jack--Captain Templeton--nodded.
"So much the better, Frank," he replied.
The four destroyers cleared the channel light and spread out like a fan into line formation.
"Full speed ahead!" came Jack's next command.
The Plymouth leaped ahead, as did her sister ships on either side.
"We're off," said Frank.
Away they sped in the darkness, a division of four Yankee destroyers, tearing through the Irish sea on a rainy morning; Frank knew there were four ships in line, but all he could see was his guide, a black smudge in the darkness, a few ship lengths away on his port bow.
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