Within an incredibly
short time he was flat on a mattress laid on the throbbing steel floor of
the submarine.
A keen-faced officer stood beside him.
'Both the sweepers gone?' he asked gravely.
'I'm afraid so, sir. The "Swan" was knocked all to bits, and we saw the
"Maid" sink. I believe we are the only survivors.'
'We heard the firing, but couldn't get here sooner. But you're in khaki.
How's that?'
'Horan and I are escaped prisoners, sir. We stole a boat up by Kilid Bahr,
and were picked up by the "Maid." Gill is the only man left from the
trawler. He was one of the crew of the "Maid's" dinghy that went to help
the "Swan's" people.'
'And you?'
'Horan and I were trying to save him when the "Maid" was hit.'
The other nodded approvingly.
'Ah, you're Australians. Good men! But I see you're about all in. I shan't
bother you with any more questions now. Williams, see these men have a
change, and a tot of rum. And some of you give 'em a good rub down.
They're stiff with cold.
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