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Jack Heaton
amid a series of explosions that threw steaming water into the air like young geysers, with much sizzling and hissing she went down stern-end on never to rise again.
A great hurrah went up from all hands on our boat and our Commander commended Bill on his excellent shots.
“Three cheers for big Bill,” I shouted and the gobs responded with mighty lung-power.
“That’s the way to swat ’em, eh, matey?” remarked Bill with grisly joy as we were cleaning away the wreckage.
“I say it is, Bill,” I made reply.
