For the next hundred and eighty seconds there was no sound but the steady
swish of the bow wave and the beat of the powerful engines.
Ken shut his watch with a snap.
'All right. We're past.'
The words were not out of his mouth before there came a ringing report,
and a shell, screaming through the air, smacked into the water about a
length astern.
'A twelve-pounder!' said Ken sharply, as he turned. 'Ah!' as a blaze of
light sprang out about half a mile aft, 'that's why they stopped firing.
There's a destroyer after us.'
CHAPTER XIX
IN THE NICK OF TIME
Ken was right. That was why the firing had stopped. A destroyer, which
must have been lying in some cove up the Straits, had been summoned by
wireless to take revenge on the bold intruder. She was now dashing
headlong in pursuit.
Roy stared at the dull white glare which came momentarily nearer.
'Rotten luck!' he observed disgustedly. 'None of the "conquering hero" in
ours, I'm afraid, old man.'
'Afraid not,' Ken answered resignedly.
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