Dave Darrin and the German Submarines Or, Making a Clean-up of the Hun Sea Monsters

On the prowl at sea. Dan takes the rest cure. Dave springs a new trap for submarines. The enemy’s alarm clock. “Searchlight men, stand ready!” A shell-made geyser. The sea duel....

Dan has forebodings. “’Ware torpedo!” Dan’s “forty winks” end. “All hands to abandon ship!” How the trick worked. A wonderful job. The loiterer at the radio room door. “I’ll kee...

Fisherman’s Shoal. The bubble trail. “Over with the ‘buoy’!” The driver’s job. “Come up, or take a bomb!” Talking with the Pirate. A face seen before. Bechtold does some German...

Fortune is partial to the bold. A hot burn with acid. Saving words from a wreck. Use for a prize crew. Bechtold bluffs. Dave unfolds the coming fate of the prisoner. That ugly w...

The sheet that Dave saved. The drive against the troopships. “Sixty submarines!” Dave has the floor at naval headquarters. “I will stake my soul!” “Darrin, I wish we had you in...

Looking for the 117th Division afloat. Dave’s extra nap. The row at the stern. The glow on the sea. The lie passed. Ensign Phelps picks up the mystery. The chart-room conference...

On board the troopship fleet. Torpedo talk. “Keep your hair from turning gray before you reach the trenches.” No clues or traces yet. The minute of signals. Vanguard of troopshi...

In Periscope Lane. Shooting of the good old kind. Clean work. Dave Darrin’s lucky time. “Hit is the right word.” Machine guns turn loose. Playing upon the Hun gun-crew. Beatty’s...

Turning turtle. “They’re only Huns.” The fighting storm clears. Listing the survivors. Extent of the American losses. Dan has some questions. Dave plans a ruse. Reardon and the...

The “blimps” arrive. One of them makes a hit and helps Dave to one. The “Logan’s” guns din out. Through the sea of wreckage. Runkle tells a tale. The accused spy denies. Dan has...

“Is this a masquerade?” Dan is wrong. Dave in his disguise. “Rubber!” Where did the laugh come in? Real mystery enough. “And the ladies—?” Dave gives it up. Then he doesn’t.

The new wheat ship. “Do you begin to see the joke?” Guns at work in the night. The one-sided fight. Cowardly hounds. Dan loads his strategy. A great game. The German brand of tr...

Dan is glad at last. Sparnheim hears a lecture. Then faces an angry woman. “Don’t touch such a beast!” What long life means to a pirate captain. Sparnheim is “insulted.”

Runkle helps valiantly. The still, white face. The surgeon shakes his head. “She did not suffer.” Darry refuses to wake up. Dan at his chum’s side. The fight for Belle’s life. “...

No land was in sight from the bridge of the United States torpedo boat destroyer, “John J. Logan,” which was moving at cruising speed westerly from the coast of Ireland. The cou...

He went slowly down and entered the chart-room, closing the curtains after him. Taking off his sheepskin coat and hanging it up, Dave dropped into a chair, pulling a pair of bla...

For several days after that Darrin and the “Logan” cruised back and forth over the area assigned for patrol. During these days nothing much happened out of the usual. Then came...

Hearing the outcries, the other two marines in the cabin sprang toward the German officer. One of these von Bechtold tripped and sent sprawling; the other he struck in the chest...

So far as Dave was concerned the document that he had discovered, mutilated as it was, had supplied hints that filled the British Admiralty and the American naval commander with...

Out upon the tossing sea once more. It was a wonder that the “Logan” did not sit much deeper in the water, for she carried a most unusual load of ammunition of every useful kind.

“No,” said Dave, rising. “I don’t. Corporal, take this man back to the brig. And see to it that you don’t repeat anything that you have heard here. As you go out pass the word b...

Earlier that same evening a group of Uncle Sam’s soldiers stood at the bow of a steamship. Back of them, on the spar deck, other groups lined the rails on both sides.

The sun had risen through a haze, which is in favor of a fleet on the defensive, as there is not so much glare from the water to confuse the vision of lookouts.

From the troopship line, as the “Logan” dashed away, Darrin could hear the guns of the transports that were coming up and near enough to take part in the fight. Wherever a peris...

Responding to the inrush of water the submarine heeled. And then a strange sight was witnessed. Just as the breathless sailors on the “Logan” looked for the underseas craft to p...

Of much less beam for her length than the average yacht, the “Logan” was rolling from side to side at a dizzy angle when Dave Darrin, after a nap of an hour and a half in the ch...

Boom! boom! From ahead came the sound of rapid firing. The commanders of the three leading destroyers were seasoned men experienced in their work, and were not likely to be shoo...

From high up in the air observers are able, when the light is right, to see a submarine at a depth of about one hundred feet below the surface. Having detected a submerged enemy...

“Mighty glad of it,” cried Danny Grin, gripping his chum’s hand again. “I don’t believe you’ll be sorry either. It’s a humorous adventure on which you and I are going to embark.”

Right here Dave received another jolt. The girl whom he had seen in the first cabin now returned, lifted away the veil, removed hat and wig, and stood revealed, from the shoulde...

In his civilian attire he hastened down the passage-way and up to the spar deck. And here, as he would also have seen had he looked aft, a remarkable scene was being enacted.

“Of course there is one big chance you have to take,” said Darry, at dinner in the ward-room that night, “and that is the danger that a submarine will think this old hulk worthy...

Suddenly the Hun craft, as indicated by the trail of bubbles in her wake, made an oblique turn, going off to Dan’s port. But Dan kept on, shouting down to the spar deck:

It was the following morning, and the “Prince” was proceeding eastward. An American destroyer, roaring along on her way, funnels belching clouds of black smoke, her engines at f...

“Belle on her way, and due soon to arrive!” Dave Darrin cried, joyously, as he read the cablegram that had been handed to him on his arrival at the American admiral’s headquarters.

“The ‘Griswold’ sinking! And Belle on board!” hurried into Dave Darrin’s mind as he heard further details and learned that the stricken liner lay twenty-five miles away, sou’-so...

Nor did Darrin once lose sight of her as he struck out fiercely until, when he was within fifteen feet of his goal, Belle sank without cry or voluntary movement.

Dave did not glance for the tell-tale torpedo trail. His hand signalled the engine-room for fullest speed. His voice gave the order for the sweeping turn that the “Grigsby” quic...