Olga Romanoff by George Griffith

THE remains of the Russian submarine squadron, numbering now only seventeen vessels, headed out northward into the open sea, after leaving their disabled consorts to their fate. In the brief space occupied by her first rush they had recognised the _Narwhal_ both by her size and speed, and one of the captains avowed that he had recognised Alan Arnold, Olga's late captive, standing under the glass dome of the conning-tower, steering the great vessel upon her devastating course.

Twenty miles out from the island they rose to the surface and made out the aerial fleet some five miles to the southward, hovering at an elevation of about a thousand feet, and evidently on the look-out for them. Michael Lossenski, who had escaped the ram of the _Narwhal_, ran up his flagstaff, and flew a signal which soon brought the air-ships bearing down upon them. The _Revenge_ sank down to the surface of the water, and took Lossenski off his ship in order that he might report himself.