Robert W. Chambers,
The Maids of Paradise
“ My signal was still set; the white arm of the semaphore glistened like silver against a brilliant sky of sapphire. Seaward I could see no sign of the Fer-de-Lance.“The guns I heard at sea must have been fired from the German cruiser Augusta,” I suggested to Speed. “She’s been hovering off the coast, catching French merchant craft. I wish to goodness the Fer-de-Lance would come in and give her a drubbing.”“Oh, rubbish!” he said. “What the deuce do we care?”“It’s human to take sides in this war, isn’t it?” I insisted. ”
