From up forward the port bow gun of the troopship turned itself loose with a sharp report.
"Did you note how that gun's muzzle is depressed ?" Greg asked Dick, in a low voice.
"I did," Dick answered with a nod.
Bang! The port gun had been turned loose again.

Up on the saloon deck the officers at the port rail were waving their campaign hats as though what they saw filled them with liveliest interest.
"I'd like to be up there!" murmured Greg in his chum's ear.
"And I'm glad I'm down here," Prescott retorted.

"It shows our men that captains of the regiment are shut out from the view as much as they are.

I'd like to see what is going on, but so would I like to have all these men who cannot be near the rails see what is happening." Bang! went the starboard bow gun of the transport, her nose pointing straight ahead.
"Only one thing is plain to me," Holmes declared.

"We're in the midst of a pack of the sea wolves, and they're doing their best to hit us with torpedoes!".