The Germans professed deep regret at the Hitachi’s action and at the loss of life caused, the first occasion, they said—­and, we believe, with truth—­on which lives had been lost since the Wolf’s cruise began.  The Wolf, however, they said, had no choice but to fire and put the Hitachi gun out of action.  This she failed to do, as the shooting was distinctly poor, with the exception of the shot aimed at the wireless room, which went straight through the room, without exploding there or touching the operator, and exploded near the funnel, killing most of the crew who met their deaths while running to help lower the boats.  The other shots had all struck the ship in the second-class quarters astern.  One had gone right through the cabin of the Second Steward, passing just over his bunk—­where he had been asleep a minute before—­and through the side of the ship.  Others had done great damage to the ship’s structure aft, but none had gone anywhere near the gun or ammunition house on the poop.  I saw afterwards some photos the Germans had taken of the gun as they said they found it when they went on board.  These photos showed the gun with the breech open, thus proving, so the Germans said, that the Japanese had been preparing to use the gun.  In reality, of course, it proved nothing of the sort; it is more than likely that the Germans opened the breech themselves before they took this photograph, as they had to produce some evidence to justify their firing on the Hitachi.  But whether the Japanese opened the gun breech and prepared to use the gun or not, it is quite certain that the Hitachi never fired a shot at the Wolf, though the Germans have since asserted that she did so.  It was indeed very lucky for us that she did not fire—­had she done so and even missed the Wolf, it is quite certain the Wolf would have torpedoed the Hitachi and sent us to the bottom.

It was very hot in the ’tween decks, although a ventilating fan was at work there, and after our meal we were all allowed to go on deck for some fresh air.  About eight o’clock, however, the single men of military age were again sent below for the night, while the married couples and a few sick and elderly men were allowed to remain on deck, which armed guards patrolled all night.  It was a cool moonlight night.  We had nothing but what we stood up in, so we lay down in chairs as we were, and that night slept—­or rather did not sleep—­under one of the Wolf’s guns.  Throughout the night we were steaming gently, and from time to time we saw the Hitachi still afloat, and steaming along at a considerable distance from us.  During the night, one of the passengers gifted with a highly cultivated imagination—­who had previously related harrowing details of his escape from a shell which he said had smashed his and my cabin immediately after we left them, but which were afterwards found to be quite intact—­told me he had seen the