Alexander Forbes

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Alexander Forbes The Radio Gunner (1924)

Thus the morning wore on, the mighty fleet, giant dreadnaughts, armored cruisers, scouts, and destroyers, spread out for miles over the wide expanse of ocean, all moving in perfect unison, maneuvered at the behest of Fraser’s guiding mind. Now they would speed up, now slow down, now change course to port or starboard, much as a hawk with watchful eye will hover and wheel before the final swoop on his prey. And ever the suspense grew more acute.
Admiral Johnson on the bridge scanned the wide horizon where his great line of ships stretched away as far as the eye could reach, and farther.
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Alexander Forbes The Radio Gunner (1924)

The light on the float glimmered faintly on the water near the focus of their last barrage. Toward it the three ships steamed, swerving as they approached it so that the supposed point at which the submarine should have sunk would lie in the wake of the moon. As the light on the float was lost among the flashing crests of the waves, the squadron swung into line abreast, and laid its course straight into the shimmering path of gold on the water.
“There!” said Evans eagerly, pointing toward the moon’s wake. “There’s your oil slick, isn’t it, Captain?”
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Alexander Forbes The Radio Gunner (1924)

For three or four minutes the wind blew with almost unabated fury, the little boat scudding bravely before it under her jib. Then the wind moderated enough to relax the tension, but still blew hard enough to make them glad of shortened sail.
“Eighty miles an hour, I’ll bet, during the height of that,” said Evans. “All of forty, still.”
And now the waves had become high and steep and short.
“We’re getting into that tide rip I spoke of; the water’s getting shoal. The sand’s so white it looks shoaler than it really is.”
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