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"Boom Boom " Thus spoke the two forward guns on the little scout cruiser H.M.S. Sylph, Lord Hasting, commander. "A hit " cried Jack, who, from his position in the pilot house, had watched the progress of the missiles hurled at the foe. "Good work " shouted Frank, his excitement so great that he forgot the gunners were unable to hear him. "Boom Boom Boom Boom " The Sylph had come about, and now poured a broadside into the enemy. Then, from the distance, more than a mile across the water, came the sound of many guns. The German cruisers Breslau and Goeben were returning the fire. Shells, dropping in front, behind and on all sides of the Sylph threw up the water in mighty geysers, as if it were a typhoon that surrounded the little vessel. Shells screamed overhead, but none found its mark. All this time the vessels were drawing closer and closer together. Now, as the little scout cruiser rose on a huge swell, a single shock shook the vessel and a British shell sped true.
