"The cruiser remained alongside us for two days. During that time we had an opportunity of seeing the the horizon. While we held to our course, the cruiser changed her's and made straight for the British ship.
"To all appearances the cruiser was quite the inoffensive lumbering freighter we had mistaken her to be, but some sharp-eyed sailorman aboard the Clan MacTavish must have read her real identity aright, for suddenly, without any warning, a three-inch gun which the Scotch ship carried belched forth, and a shell went screaming across the ter, and buried itself barely soft. batt the cruiser. It was a pitiful little gun, intended as a protection against submarines.
"Then the railings and deckhouses fell a way, and the German let go a broadside full at the Clan MacTavish. It was a fine fight, if one-sided, for all of half an hour. We well knew the Britisher had no chance, but we could not help admiring her pluck as she continued to bark away with her one little gun long after the German shells had set her afire in half-a-dozen places.
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