That's a T.B.D., my friends!--torpedo-boat destroyer.

What's more, far off as she is, my experienced eye and sure knowledge tell me exactly what she is.
She's a class H.boat built last year--oil fuel--turbines--runs up to thirty knots--and she's doing 'em, too, just now! Come on, Copplestone--more stuff on this fire!" "I don't think we need be uneasy," said Copplestone.

"Miss Greyle thinks that her mother will have raised a hue and cry after the _Pike_.

This torpedo thing is probably looking round for us.

She--what's that ?" The sudden sharp crack of a gun came across the calm surface of the sea, and the watchers turning from their fire towards the black object in the distance saw a cloud of white smoke drifting away from it.
"Hooray!" shouted Vickers.