Summary

Clair W. Hayes The Boy Allies with the Victorious Fleets…

He and Jack were in the latter's cabin on the Essex. The ship was lying at anchor just outside Harwich harbor, riding gently on the swell of the waves.
"Yes, it's all over," said Jack, "and I'm glad."
"So am I," Frank declared; "and yet we have had a good time."
"So we have, of a kind. And still you can't rightly call it a good time when all we have been doing is to seek, kill and destroy."
"But it had to be done," Frank protested.
"Oh, I know that as well as you do. But war is a terrible thing, and the more you see of it the more certain you become that it is all foolishness."
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Clair W. Hayes The Boy Allies with the Victorious Fleets…

Out in this misty expanse of the North Sea the allied battleships had taken up their positions in a fifty-mile line of greyhounds. Aboard the allied battleships every eye was strained to the east; every man was on the alert. The British and allied war vessels presented a noble sight, stretched out as far as the eye could see, and beyond.
Every ship was stripped for action. Crews were at their posts. Not until the surrender was an accomplished fact would the vigilance of the British naval authorities be relaxed.
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Clair W. Hayes The Boy Allies with the Victorious Fleets…

Every man strained his eyes as he peered through the trees.
Inside the cabin a faint light glowed. Young Cutlip was in there, playing a braver part than could his father, doing his best for his country as enemies threatened her existence. Frank smiled to himself.
"A nervy kid," he muttered; "yet, I wish I didn't have to use him. I shall take especial care that no harm comes to him."
He grew silent.
In the distance came the sound of tramping feet—many of them. Gradually they drew nearer and directly Frank could hear voices. Heavy, guttural voices they were and the tongue they spoke was German.
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