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Both lads leaned against the machinery, limp, dripping cold perspiration. Caradoc was the first to speak.

“Didn't have its war head in!”

Leonard mumbled something through the slime in his mouth.

“I ought to find the connection and explode it,” repeated Caradoc doggedly.

Madden moved weakly over beside him. “No you won't. You aren't going to murder us all… not going to do it!”

Caradoc remained motionless, his long face gray under the electric lights. “I fail—at everything,” he mumbled.

Leonard sat down on the edge of the torpedo case and looked at the long, slender destroyer. He had a watery feeling, as if just arising from a long illness.