'They were four hundred yards clear to seaward now, hidden in the night. Walker got the idea, and a search-light, stupidly lighting on one of the enemy destroyers and holding her there as if for identification, clinched his thought.
"Skipper!" he jerked urgently. "Put the sub. on the wheel and let me get down to the six-pounder!"
'He had to stop the enemy getting away scot-free from this NIGHT ENCOUNTER! '(Publication summary)
