He's a pretty nippy
shot in spite of being out of practice.'
'All right, Ken. I'd rather die fighting than running.'
He raised his voice.
'Mr Morgan, put her hard aport! Dimmock, here's your chance for a last
shot.'
Round came the launch, turning on her keel like a racing yacht, and
straight she sped for her big pursuer. The latter was evidently taken
aback by this unexpected manoeuvre, and for a moment her searchlight lost
the launch.
The moment the glare was gone the hull of the destroyer showed up dark
against the mist.
'Now's your chance, Dimmock!' cried Ken, and almost instantly the little
gun spoke, and the crash was followed by a flash which lit the destroyer's
deck.
'Oh, good shot, Dimmock!' exclaimed the captain. 'That shell exploded
right under her bridge.
For a moment the destroyer yawed right off her course, but she was under
control again in a few seconds, and her forward gun spoke once more.
The flash was followed by a tremendous shock, and the launch, with her
rudder and part of her stern carried away, spun round helplessly, and
began to drift downstream.
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