CHAPTER XXXIII

Good-bye to the Baltic! Four days later R19 drew within sight of the heavily-mined Sound. Judging by the demeanour of the ship's company, the possibility of facing immediate danger left them remarkably apathetic. "Reminds me of a pack of youngsters robbing an orchard, knowing that the farmer and his bull-dog are somewhere on the lookout," observed Mr. Macquare. "They've had a rousing time while it lasted, and now they've made up their minds to take what comes, only they'd rather not meet the farmer if it could be …