He routed out his map again, and stared at it with eyes that did not see.
“Der alte Barbarossa! I can’t get it out of my head—with shells in her engine-room, and the fires flying out of her furnaces, and the stokers and engineers scalded and dead. Men I’ve messed with, Smallways—men I’ve talked to close! And they’ve had their day at last! And it wasn’t all luck for them!
“Disabled and sinking! I suppose everybody can’t have all the luck in a battle. Poor old Schneider! I bet he gave ‘em something back!”
So it was the news of the battle came filtering through to them all that morning. The Americans had lost a second ship, name unknown; the Hermann had been damaged in covering the Barbarossa.... Kurt fretted like an imprisoned animal about the airship, now going up to the forward gallery
