CHAPTER VIII

"Accidents will Happen" Grey dawn was breaking when submarine R19 approached the waters of the Skagerrack. Well on their port bow could be faintly discerned the rugged cliffs of Norway, but it was yet too hazy to sight the low-lying shores of Jutland. The strong wind had blown itself out, and although the waves still ran high, they had lost their angry look. It was possible to stand on deck without having to hang on like grim death, as the water surged waist-high over the comparatively low-lying structure. Scorn…