Every time now, these white phantasms leaped up further and further away.

Although out of the range of the enemy's gun, it continued shooting and shooting uselessly.
Finally the firing ceased and the submarine disappeared from the view of the glasses and completely submerged, tired of vain pursuit.
"That'll never happen again!" the captain kept repeating.

"They'll never attack me another time with impunity!" Then it occurred to him that this submarine had attack him knowing just who he was.

On the side of his vessel were painted the colors of Spain.
At the first shot from the gun, the third officer had hoisted the flag, but the shots did not cease on that account.

They had wished to sink it "without leaving any trace." He believed that Freya, in her relations with the directors of the submarine campaign, must have advised them of his trip.
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