“And be discovered ourselves?” remarked Lord Hastings.  “Remember, we are playing for bigger game than a single German submarine.”

“But no one will know the difference, sir.  See, there are no other submarines near.  If we sink this fellow, who is to know how it was done?”

“Your reasoning is all right,” replied his commander, “but another submarine is likely to appear at just the wrong moment, and then what?”

“But surely, sir, you do not intend to remain here and let all the people aboard the liner drown?”

“The chances are that they won’t drown,” returned Lord Hastings.  “Even now you can see that the vessel has halted.  The German will give passengers and crew time to take to the boats.”

“But they may not, sir.”

“Well, we’ll get as close as possible,” said Lord Hastings, “and if the German threatens to sink the vessel before all are safely off, I’ll give my permission to sink her.  But I do not wish to risk discovery unless it is absolutely necessary.”

With this the lads were forced to be satisfied.

The U-16 had now come within perhaps a hundred and fifty yards of the other submarine, which in turn was possibly another hundred yards from the big liner.  The voice of the commander of the German under-water craft carried plainly to the U-16.

“Five minutes more,” he called to the commander of the liner.  “I can wait no longer.  If all have not left the ship by that time, I shall sink you anyhow.”

Instantly all became confusion aboard the steamship.  Men, women and children ran shrieking up and down the deck; seeking a place of safety.

A boat was lowered over the side loaded with passengers.  Hardly had it struck the water when perhaps a dozen men and women flung themselves over the side of the vessel into the boat.  The little craft, already overloaded, could stand no more.  It tilted gradually to one side and then suddenly turned over.

The occupants were thrown into the water and disappeared beneath it.  Soon heads bobbed up here and there and pitiful cries were borne across the water to the U-16.

A second small boat, launched in haste, met the same fate, as did a third.

The panic aboard the liner became more acute.  Hoarse commands of men and shrill cries of women and children rang out over the sea, while at the same moment the commander of the German submarine called out: 

“Hurry now!  Five minutes more!”

Lord Hastings took his decision instantly.

“Below,” he said quietly as he led the way.  Frank and Jack followed.

“Submerge, Mr. Templeton,” came Lord Hastings’ sharp command.

Jack gave the order.  The conning tower was hermetically closed instantly and Lord Hastings took his place at the periscope.  When the U-16 had submerged until the periscope barely protruded above the water’s edge, Lord Hastings ordered: