The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1915-04-06
Copyright. The Frank A. Munsey COZ

Within the battered. sweltering con.
ning-tower Of B-23. Lieutenant Barton
and his ensign. Rolf, marshaled the
utmost Of their nautical skill against
the onslaught Of the elements, while
they strove at the wheel with united
Drawn to keep the rolling. pitching
boat head-on to the seas.
All that day. from the great heart of
the desert, the sirocco had pulsed
feverishly across the Mediterranean.
No word had passed between the
stocky. swart-visaged commander and
his lithe-bodied, blond-haired aid since
the periscope-staff had snapped by the
board In the first crunch of the raven.
ing wind Then Rolf had reared above
the pounding of the combers against
the thick-glassed ports.
She'll never stand the kick OF this
sea Wed better sink her now or we'll
have to swim"
Orders" Barton had snapped in re.
ply Ito the Dardanelles! Report to
the captain Of the Victory by the 18th.
Noon!' That's tomorrow; and we're
going through If the Gnomes don't
crack"
So they had struggled on grimly--
muscles writhing under the strain and
knuckles outstanding from knotted
fists hard as the spokes which they
gripped.
At the same time. behind them,
Frank Marsh. an aged boatswain,
swung the lever that played the
searchlight, increasingly to and fro
and while he toiled. he sweated-and
prayed. Down below, behind a
stepped. steel door, the engineer. Jack
Corrigan, Strengthened up from the
stinkjng cylinders, and as he mopped
his fat, red face-he swore.
These four men made up the roster
OF this latest acquisition to the British
Mediterranean fleet. B-23 was q new
type Of submarine. built for special
purpose.
Should the need arise, her duty was
to fathom out the location of planted
explosives In the deep murk Of harbor.
bottoms and then to render their con-
trolling wires useless through the ac-
ton of the sulphuric acid which she
carried and which could be discharged
hot from the huge platinum syringe
built into her bow.
Seemingly opportunity had come
with the departure OF the Balkan
agents from the futile London con-
ference For it was at the very mo-
ment when the allied armies began to
tear down the web of diplomacy spun
across the Turks musty corner of Eu-
rope that B-23 had been detached from
the rest OF the flotilla at Gibraltar and
hurried away on her secret mission
No one aboard yet knew the pur-
pose OF the trip
Barton's instructions-direct from
the admiralty--were merely to reach
the superdreadnaught Victory. at the
Mediterranean end of the Dardanelles.
not later than the hour mentioned and
to have his arrival wirelessed at once
to London. He had further to deliver
a packet-then locked in his strong
box below-the official red seal Of
which still remained unbroken.
Though Barton was bent upon car
rying out these Instructions. the ele-
ments were not.
1t was after B-23 had passed Cape
Mataplan and, blowing desperately
against the overwhelming forces, had
worked well into the tanglements Of
the archipelago. that her fiood-gate
suddenly gave way.
With a series OF laundering CLUBS,
like the filling Of some giant bottle,
the water surged into the jacket.
simultaneously q head-seam opened,
swamping the forward trimming-tank.
and before either helmsman could
reach the planning lever Of the hori-
zontal rudder or throw the control Of
the balance-weight, the submarine dug
her snout into the waves and went
plunging beneath the surface like q
frightened narwhal. -
Frantically. Rolf jerked at the
dangling bell-cord. while Barton leaped
toward the ladder from the hatch to
the room below. The drive of the en-
gines ceased when the boats propel-
lers sliced into the air. but her own
thrust her onward. And
when gravity clutched at the logging
head, she dove In Q short, swift arc.
coming, an instant later. to . grinding
scraping stop which shook Barton
from the runsB Of the ladder and sent
Rolf Keeling against the lookout-port.
Barton leaped 70 his fest. and be-
fore rushing TO inspect the damaged
lank wrenchsd open the door Of the
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