CHAPTER XIV.
THE ESCAPE.
When Frank reached shore after being taken from the German cruiser, hewas received courteously by the officer in command of Fort Kaiserin--oneof the German fortifications along the Kiel canal. The latter questionedhim at length regarding the D-16, and the lad gave what information hebelieved could be of no value to the enemy.
At first it was announced that the lad would be taken to Berlin thatday, but later as the reader has already learned this was deferred tillthe next.
"If you will give me your parole," said the German commander, "I shallbe glad to allow you the freedom of the fort."
"I appreciate your kindness," replied Frank, "and I am sorry that I donot feel myself at liberty to accept."
The officer shrugged his shoulders.
"There is little danger of your getting away," he said. "However, I findit my duty, in view of your refusal, to order you confined."
Frank bowed but said nothing.
Half an hour later he was conducted to a cell at the end of the fortnearest the outer wall. Here he sat all day, being well treated and wellfed, but allowed no liberty.
"By George!" said Frank to himself right after noon, "I have a notion totry to get out of here. I don't know whether I can get away or not, butI believe I shall take a chance at it. I don't want to be cooped up inBerlin for the next few years if I can help it."
Accordingly he mapped out a plan, which he decided to put into executionwhen the jailer brought his evening meal.
The afternoon passed slowly, but at length the time to act came.
A key grated in the cell door and the jailer entered, carrying a tray offood.
"How is the weather outside?" asked Frank.
The jailer was a jovial sort.
"Fine," he replied. "Too bad you cannot be out to enjoy it."
"It is too bad," Frank agreed. "Well, what do I get for supper?" and hebent over as though to examine the tray.
"Soup----" began the jailer, but he said no more.
Straightening up suddenly, Frank caught the man by the throat with avise-like grip, while he clapped his other hand over his mouth, stiflingan outcry. Then, suddenly, he drew back his right fist, and before theGerman could free himself, struck him full on the point of the jaw.
The German toppled over like a log.
Frank picked him up gently and laid him on the bed, where he gagged himwith his handkerchief.
"Now to get out," he said.
He approached the door and peered about. There was no one in sight. Hepicked up the jailer's keys and, stepping into the corridor, closed thedoor behind him and locked it.
"Now if I can just avoid detection till I get out of here," he toldhimself.
Quietly he walked along the corridor, to where he knew the door to be.In a room just beyond he heard voices. He approached carefully andpeered in.
In a far corner, half a dozen German soldiers were busily engaged with apack of cards. They were so engrossed in their game that they paid noattention to Frank as he stepped quietly into the room, walked boldlyacross it and disappeared through the door on the opposite side.
Outside Frank drew a long breath.
"So far so good," he muttered.
Getting into the open was now a simple matter. Frank knew full well thata careful watch was not being kept, so now he walked boldly on.
Turning eastward and feeling that he was free at last, he broke into aquick trot.
This almost proved his undoing, for suddenly a voice out of the darknesschallenged him.
"Who goes there?"
"Friend," replied Frank.
The challenger approached. One glance at his British naval uniform wasenough. The man attempted to bring his gun to bear, but Frank was tooquick for him. Jumping suddenly forward, he knocked up the weapon, andthen, with two terrific punches, laid the man low.
But the sound of this scuffle had attracted half a dozen other figuresand now Frank found himself surrounded.
"They will have to fight to take me back there," he said throughclenched teeth, and not waiting for his foes to come to the attack, heplunged into the midst of them.
When Jack and Lord Hastings advanced toward the struggling knot of menthey had no idea what was going on; but Frank, over the shoulders of hisfoes, saw them.
"Jack! Lord Hastings!" he cried.
His two friends were taken aback, but Jack was the first to recoverhimself.
"It's Frank!" he cried, and dashed forward.
Lord Hastings was not a moment behind him, and these reinforcements,seeming to be two German officers, disconcerted Frank's adversaries, whodrew off.
But the sound of Jack's voice speaking in English convinced them thatsomething was wrong, and they sprang forward again.
"Crack!"
With a single movement Jack had drawn his revolver and fired.
One man fell.
"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The firing became general, but the Germans were taken at a disadvantageas their opponents had been the first to draw.
Three Germans only now remained on their feet, and as Lord Hastings,Jack and Frank advanced upon them they turned and fled.
"Quick!" cried Lord Hastings. "Follow me! We'll have the whole garrisonupon us in a moment!"
He turned and dashed back along the dark road, Frank and Jack following.
From behind came the sounds of a terrible commotion. The garrison wasaroused, and the fugitives realized that speed was the only thing thatwould save their lives.
Without a word they sped along as fast as their legs would carry them.In the darkness Lord Hastings would have passed the spot where they hadhidden the launch had not Jack's keen eyes recognized it as he flashedby.
"Wait!" he called, stopping so suddenly that Frank, who was directlybehind him, bumped him and almost knocked him off his feet.
Lord Hastings also stopped.
"What's the matter?" he demanded.
"You have gone too far," cried Jack. "Here!"
He stepped in under the trees and laid a hand upon the launch. Frank andLord Hastings lent a helping hand, and soon the little boat was floatingupon the water.
"Quick! In with you!" cried Jack, as he fairly pushed his two companionsinto the boat.
Then he gave it a hard shove and scrambled in himself.
At that moment, from behind, came the sound of running footsteps and ahoarse voice of command:
"Fire!"
There was a deafening crash and a hail of bullets sped over the littleboat, for at the command fire Jack had cried out:
"Down!"
All three lay flat in the bottom of the boat, Jack, with one hand behindhim, doing the steering from that position.
A second and a third hail of bullets from behind passed without harmingthem, and then no more came.
The three sat up in the boat.
"Pretty close, if you ask me," said Jack.
"I should say so," replied Frank. "We---- Hello!"
"Now what's the matter?" demanded Lord Hastings.
"Listen!" whispered Frank.
All three listened intently.
From astern came a choking "Chug chug."
"We are followed!" exclaimed Frank. "We shall have to hurry. Is this asfast as this thing can move?"
Jack was tinkering with the motor.
"I guess it is," he said at last. "However, we have quite a start, andwith luck should be able to reach our vessel before they can overtakeus."
As swiftly as she could go the launch made for the spot where thesubmarine, still submerged, awaited them.
Brennan, whom Lord Hastings had left in command, was fully alive to hisresponsibility. Steadfastly he remained at his post, peering intentlythrough the periscope. For hours he had been there, and now his patiencewas rewarded.
In the distance he could make out a small boat dashing madly toward him.Quickly he gave the signal to rise, and when the subm
arine again floatedupon the surface of the water, he ascended to the bridge.
As the boat drew nearer he recognized its occupants; and then, for thefirst time, he realized that they were followed. Prompt action would berequired when they were on board and he knew it.
With a hoarse bellow he called the crew to their places, and advanced tothe side of the vessel to lend a hand to the officers when they shouldarrive.
At last they reached the side, under a volley from the pursuing Germanlaunch. Lord Hastings clambered aboard and Frank and Jack followed inrapid succession. As they set foot on deck the latter shouted:
"Below! Quick!"
All made a mad dash and in a moment the entrance through the conningtower was hermetically sealed behind them.
"Submerge!" cried Lord Hastings; and as the D-16 once more sank fromview, her commander wiped the beads of perspiration from his foreheadwith his sleeve.
"Whew!" he exclaimed. "Pretty close! Pretty close! But we are all safe,and that's enough!"
"Right, sir," said Jack. "And enough's a plenty!"
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