Olive was frankly disappointed, Geraldine was busy with her thoughts.

Granet's gaze seemed rivetted upon the _Scorpion._ Another pinnace had drawn up alongside and a little company of men were boarding her.
"I only hope that they really have hit upon a device to rid the sea of these cursed submarines!" he remarked, as they made their way across the dock.

"I see the brutes have taken to sinking fishing boats now." "Ralph believes that they have got something," Olive declared eagerly.
"He is simply aching to get to work." "Sailors are all so jolly sanguine," Granet reminded her.

"They are doing something pretty useful with nets, of course, in the way your brother was beginning to explain to me when Major Thomson chipped in, but they could only keep a fixed channel clear in that way.

What they really need is some way of tackling them when they are under water.