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The Boy Allies On the North Sea Patrol
OR
Striking the First Blow at the German Fleet
By Ensign ROBERT L. DRAKE
AUTHOR OF
"The Boy Allies Under Two Flags" "The Boy Allies With the Terror of the Seas" "The Boy Allies With the Flying Squadron"
A. L. BURT COMPANY NEW YORK
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Copyright, 1915 BY A. L. BURT COMPANY
THE BOY ALLIES ON THE NORTH SEA PATROL
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THE BOY ALLIES ON THE NORTH SEA PATROL
CHAPTER I.
SHANGHAIED.
"Help! Help!"
Frank Chadwick, strolling along the water-front in Naples, stoppedsuddenly in his tracks and gazed in the direction from whence had comethe cry of distress.
"Help! Help!" came the cry again, in English.
Frank dashed forward toward a dirty-looking sailors' boarding house,from the inside of which he could distinguish the sounds of a struggle.
As he sprang through the door, at the far end of the room he saw alittle man in a red sweater, unmistakably an American, apparentlybattling for his life with two swarthy Italians, both armed withgleaming knives.
Frank jumped forward with a cry, and as he did so, the Italians turnedand fled. The little American wiped his face on his sleeve, and thenturned to Frank with outstretched hand.
"You came just in time," he declared. "I thought it was all up with me."
"I'm glad I did," replied the lad, grasping the other's hand.
"Yes, sir," continued the little man. "If you hadn't-a-come, them dagoswould-a-done for me sure."
He led the way to an adjoining room, Frank following him. He sat down ata table and rapped loudly upon it.
"Let's have a drink," he said, as a greasy-looking Italian in an evenmore greasy apron entered the room.
"Thanks," replied Frank; "but I don't drink."
"Oh, come on now," urged the other; "take something."
"No," said Frank with finality. "I must go," he continued, turningtoward the door. "I am glad to have been of some assistance to you."
But even as he turned the American in the red sweater stamped twice uponthe floor and a trap door fell away beneath Frank's feet. The lad caughta glimpse of water below.
His elbow struck the floor as he went down, and he fell head-first intoa small rowboat. His head struck the bottom of the boat with sickeningforce, stunning him.
It was almost an hour later when his wits began to return to him. Hetook in the scene around him. He stood on the deck of a small schooner,and a great hulk of a man with an evil face stood near him, arguing withhis friend of the red sweater.
"What is this thing you've brought me?" shouted the big man. "If wedon't look out we'll step on it and break it. It hadn't ought to bearound without its ma."
"Oh, he'll do all right, captain," replied the red sweater. "But I'vegot to skip or I'll have the patrol boat after me. Do you sign or not?"
"Well, I'll tackle this one, but if he ain't up to snuff he'll come backby freight, and don't you forget it."
The red sweater pocketed a note the captain handed him, went over theside of the schooner and rowed off.
Frank gazed about the schooner. Several dirty sailors, fully as evillooking as the captain, were working about the deck. Apparently theywere foreigners. The captain appeared to be an American.
The captain, Harwood by name, turned to Frank.
"Get forward," he commanded.
Frank drew himself up.
"What's the meaning of this?" he exclaimed. "I demand to be put ashore."
"Is that so," sneered the big captain; "and why do you suppose I went toall this trouble to get you here, huh? Now you listen to me. I'm captainof this here tub, and what I say goes. Get forward!"
Still Frank stood still.
"Look here," he began, "I----"
The captain knocked him down with a single blow of his great fist, andkicked his prostrate form. Then he picked him up, caught him by the neckand the slack of his coat and ran him forward to the hatchway, and flunghim below.
As Frank picked himself up there descended upon him a deluge of clothes,followed by the captain's voice.
"There's your outfit, Willie, and it won't cost you a cent. You've gottwo minutes to get into them, and I hope you won't force me to give youany assistance."
Frank Chadwick was a lad of discretion. Therefore he made haste tochange, and in less than the allotted time he again emerged on deck.
Frank had just passed his sixteenth birthday. Always athleticallyinclined, he was extremely large for his age; and his muscles, hardenedby much outdoor exercise, made him a match for many a man twice his age,as he had proven more than once when forced to do so.
His father was a well-to-do physician in a small New England town. For alad of his years, Frank was an expert in the art of self-defense. Alsohe could ride, shoot and fence.
While the lad was by no means an expert with sailing vessels, henevertheless had had some experience in that line. At home he had asmall sailboat and in the summer months spent many hours upon the water.Consequently he was well versed in nautical terms.
This summer Frank and his father had been touring Europe. The war cloudswhich had hovered over the continent for weeks had finally burst whilefather and son were in Germany. In getting out of the country the twohad been separated, and for two days now the lad had been unable to findDr. Chadwick.
Frank was well up on his history, and this, together with the fact thathis mother was of English descent, turned his sympathies with theallies. Also he was a student of literature and languages, and couldconverse fluently in French, German and Italian.
As has been said, Frank was a lad of discretion; which is the reason heappeared upon deck again within the two minutes allowed him by thecaptain.
He emerged from below with blood upon his face and the grime of anunclean ship upon his hands. As he came on deck he saw the crew of theschooner hurrying forward, six of them, Italians every one. On thequarterdeck stood the captain.
"Look at Willie," shouted the captain in great glee. "Clap on to thestarboard windlass brake, son."
Frank saw the Italians ranged about what he supposed was the windlass inthe bow. He took his place among them, grasping one of the bars.
"Break down!" came the next order, and Frank and the Italians obeyed,bearing up and down on the bars till the slack of the anchor chain camehome and stretched taut and dripping from the hawse-holes.
"'Vast heavin'!"
Frank released his hold on the brake. Orders came thick and fast now,and Frank's experience with his own sailboat stood him in good stead,and soon the schooner was beating out to sea.
The wind blew violent and cold, and the spray was flying like icysmall-shot. The schooner rolled and plunged and heaved and sank and roseagain. Frank was drenched to the skin and
sore in every joint.
The captain at length ordered the cook to give the men their food.
"Get forward, son," he commanded, fixing Frank with his eye.
Frank descended below. The Italians were already there, sitting on theedges of their bunks. The cook brought in supper, stewed beef and pork.A liquor that bore a slight resemblance to coffee was served. This wasBlack Jack.
"Well," muttered Frank, looking at the mess of which the Italians wereeating hungrily, "I've got to come to it some time."
He took his knife from his pocket, opened the big blade and cut off apiece of pork. This he forced himself to eat. Then he once more went ondeck.
Half an hour later the captain emerged from his cabin. Then he and anItalian he called Charlie, who, in the absence of a mate, appeared to bethe second in command, began to choose the men for their watches. Frankfound himself in the captain's watch.
"I may as well tell you," he said to the captain, "that I'm no sailor."
"Well, you will be, son," came the reply. "You'll either be a sailor orshark bait."
The watches divided, the captain said to Frank:
"Son, I'm going to do you a real favor. You can berth aft in the cabinwith Charlie and me, and you can make free of my quarterdeck. Maybe youain't used to the way of sailormen, but you can take it from me thoseare two real concessions."
"Will you tell me where we are bound, captain?" asked Frank.
"I'll tell you it's none of your business," came the sharp reply. "Youdo as I say and ask no questions."
About an hour later Frank turned in. The captain showed him his bunk. Itwas under the companionway that led down into the cabin. The captainbunked on one side and Charlie on the other.
As Frank made his way to his bunk, he saw a sight that caused him tocatch his breath in surprise.
In a fourth bunk, above the one in which the captain slept, was thefigure of another man. Approaching closer, Frank saw that the man wasbound and gagged, and apparently unconscious.
"Hmmm," he muttered. "Wonder what this means?"
And at his words the occupant of the bunk moved slightly and moaned.