Neither the Ithuriel nor the Orion seemed to have taken any part in the
battle so far, or to have done anything to avenge the attack made upon
the Ariel. Mazanoff wondered not a little at this, as both Arnold and
Tremayne must have seen the fate of the Russian flagship. As soon as he
got within speaking distance of the Ithuriel, he sang out to Arnold, who
was on the deck--
"I got in rather a tight place down there. That scoundrel fired upon us
with the flag of truce flying, and when I gave him a couple of shells in
return I thought the end of the world was come."
"You fired at too close range, my friend. Those shells are sudden death
to anything within a hundred yards of them. Are you all well on board?
You've been knocked about a bit, I see."
"No, poor Volnow's dead. He was killed standing close beside me, and I
wasn't touched, though the explosion of the shell knocked the senses out
of me completely. However, the machinery's all right, and I don't think
the hull is hurt to speak of. But what are you doing? I should have
thought you'd have blown half the fleet out of the water by this time."
"No. We saw that you had amply avenged yourself, and the Master's orders
were not to do anything till you returned. You'd better come on board
and consult with him."
Mazanoff did so, and when he had told his story to Natas, the latter
mystified him not a little by replying--
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