CHAPTER VI

The Zeppelin Hunt Before long the wind rose, blowing strongly from the nor'west. In less than an hour it had increased to half a gale and had veered due east. Vicious, white-crested waves were slapping against R19's snub bows and surging in green cascades as far as the base of the conning-tower. With the exception of the quick-firers everything on deck was battened down. The for'ard gun's crew was ordered aft until their services would be required; even then, duffel suits and oilskins notwithstanding, they stood,…