We know where the enemy is sending his ships now, but only Whitefish is fully effective. What we need to do now is to position her in the middle of the most likely place, and then do everything we can to make the enemy come by.” Another evening conference over coffee in the wardroom was in progress. It differed from its interminably long predecessors, however, in one salient feature: the ebullient spirits of the wolfpack commander. The physical reaction to his strenuous athletic exertions on the periscope, and the mental ones of conducting the approach and attack, had expressed themselves in extreme fatigue. He had announced he would nap for an hour, but instead slept so soundly that it had been necessary to shake him to announce the evening meal. In the meantime, Eel had surfaced and was now well clear of land in the broader reaches of the Yellow Sea to the west. Euphoria was evident in Blunt’s animation and appearance. A decade had again dropped off his face. His eyes were bright and alert.
