So they anchored, waited as cool as cucumbers for the tide to swing her into position, opened all their sea-valves, touched off their torpedoes, and blew her up.
"So far everything had worked to perfection.

The seven men, still unhurt, were well aft, where Hobson joined them the moment he had pressed the button; but now their troubles began.

The dingy in which they had hoped to escape had been shot to pieces, and they dared not try to get their raft overboard, for the growing light would have revealed their movements, and they would have been a target for every gunner and rifleman within range.

So they could only lie flat on deck and wait for something to happen.

A little after daybreak the ship sank so low and with such a list that the raft slipped into the water and floated of its own accord.