CHAPTER XXX

A Duel to the Death Rushing upon the bridge of the foundering vessel, Fordyce looked around for signs of R19. The submarine, giving the sinking craft a wide berth, was slowly forging ahead to stand by to pick up her boat. At the present moment the intercepting hull of the largest tramp hid her from view. "Ahoy!" shouted the Sub the moment R19's bows drew clear. "Enemy destroyer bearing east by south, distance two miles." "Aye, aye," roared Mr. Macquare in reply. "Stand by; we'll pick you up later." Keenly Fordy…