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He tried to call to them, but evoked a mere
rattle from his throat.
Two came to the edge of the bridge and stood immediately over him, fixing
binoculars to their eyes, their voices quite audible.
A pang of despair shot through Lanyard when he heard them conferring
together in the German tongue.
Death, then, was but a little delayed.
Thereafter he lay in dumb apathy, save that he shivered and his teeth
chattered uncontrollably.
Through the torpor that rested like a black cloud upon his senses he caught
broken phrases, snatches of sentences:
"... _sinking fast ... struck square amidships ... broke her back_...."
"... _trouble with her boats. There goes one over_!..."
"... _fools jumping overboard like cattle_...."
"_What's that rocket? Do the swine want us to shell their boats_?"
"_Why not? They're asking for it_!"
One of the officers lowered his glasses and barked a series of sharp
commands. The crew on deck leaped to attention. One leaned over the
conning-tower hatch and shouted to his mates below.


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