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 the scouting cruiser—same we had left that morning on the look-out for the Blake or the Blenheim—rejoined the Fleet; but the Fleet might have gone down as one keel so far as one unhappy traveller was concerned.

By noon of July 9 we had covered 325½ miles in twenty-four hours, with never a sight of the enemy to cheer us, and had reached the limit of our ground. Here we turned, and, on a front of twenty-four miles from wing to wing, swept down 250 miles South-eastward to the offing of Blacksod Bay.

'MISSED!'

Mercifully the weather began to improve, and we had the sea more or less behind us. It was when we entered on this second slant, about three minutes after the Fleet swung round, that, as though all men had thought it together, a word went round our forecastle—'Missed!' After dinner, as they were smoking above the spit-kids, the doctrine was amplified with suitable language by the foc'sle experts, and it was explained to me with a great certainty how the other side had out-manœuvred us 'by means of the 'ole in the rules.' In other words, 'he had been overtook by 'is cruiser,' precisely as the wiser heads had prophesied; and even at that early stage of the game we had been sold. There was no way of finding out anything for sure. A big scouting cruiser slipped off again a little before dawn of the 10th, and six or seven hours later was reported to be in sight with news of the enemy. At this point there came, as we learned