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"Destroyers!" shouted Captain Neil, in a voice that rang through the
ship. "By gad, destroyers!"
There was no question of friend or foe; only Great Britain's navy rode
over those seas immune.
Upon every hand the word was caught up and passed along. In a
marvellously short space of time, the rails, the boats, the rigging, all
the points of vantage were thronged with men, roaring, waving, cheering,
like mad.
With undiminished speed, each enveloped in its cloud of spray, the
destroyers came, one on each side, rushed foaming past, swept in a
circle around the ship and took their stations alongside, riding quietly
at half speed like bulldogs tugging at a leash.
"Great heavens, what a sight!" At the croak in Hopeton's voice, the
others turned and looked at him.
"You've got it too, eh!" said Captain Neil, clearing his own throat.
"I've got something, God knows!" answered Hopeton, wiping his eyes.
"I, too," said Barry, swallowing the proverbial lump. "Those
little--little--"
"Bulldogs," suggested Hopeton.


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