Home Again It was fifteen miles to the nor'ard of the Skaw in broad daylight. R19 was running awash in a perfectly calm sea. Sub-Lieutenant Fordyce, keeping a tramp under observation, turned to the Quartermaster. "Starboard a couple of points, Quarter-master," he ordered. "I want to have a closer look at that ship. Dash it all," he soliloquized, "the old tub seems strangely familiar!" Evidently the vessel in question did not evince any desire to accept the submarine's advances, for she, too, altered helm. "What…
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