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"I had no idea Ensign MacMasters was in service again," Whistler said. "But I am glad he is on this particular boat." "Why?" asked Torry, to whom he spoke in a low tone. "I want to tell him about that oil boat," returned Morgan, nodding his head. In a few moments they dropped the sail and fended off from the chaser's side, just as Captain Bridger reached the spot too.

Colodia!" yelled his three mates in wild excitement. "Hurray!" "Well done, Colodia!" echoed a voice behind them, and Ensign MacMasters appeared from the after hatchway, with the commanding officer of the S. P. 888 in his wake. Some of the chaser's crew were now approaching the scene from forward.

You answer for him, Clayton eh?" "As I told you, sir," said my friend, "I will pledge myself for his trustiness and probity." The remembrance of Mr Chaser's cold-hearted cruelty occured to my mind as my benefactor spoke, and tears of gratitude trembled in my eyes. The fat gentleman remarked the expression of feeling, and brought the interview to a close.

How, in this way, the clear purpose was overclouded, the fine chaser's hand perplexed, we but dimly see; the mystery which at no point quite lifts from Leonardo's life is deepest here. But it is certain that at one period of his life he had almost ceased to be an artist.

"I am glad to see you looking so chipper." He shook hands with them, in rotation, as they came over the side. But the chums did not forget to salute the officer. They lined up before him in a respectful attitude as Captain Bridger got aboard the catboat and shoved her away from the chaser's side. "I am only acting commander of this little knifeblade," said Ensign MacMasters.

Some of the chaser's crew shook hands with the boys assigned to the superdreadnaught before they went up her side. "Good luck! If you get a chance, smash a Fritzie battleship for me!" were some of the wishes that followed Whistler Morgan and his companions aboard the superdreadnaught. The boys from Seacove and their companions reported to the chief master-at-arms, while Mr.

"Hey, garby! where d'you sleep on this hooker?" demanded one of the strangers, hoarsely and behind the sharp of his hand, of a member of the chaser's crew. "Or do you go ashore at nights?" "If we can't get ashore for the watch below," was the perfectly serious reply, "every man gets a hook to hang on." "You mean to hang his hammock on?" "No such luck!

They were hanging to a lubber line near the quarterdeck, which on the chaser was a part of the after deck having imaginary boundaries only, established by order of the chaser's commander. The depth bomb lashed there was the object to which Ikey called his mates' attention. A line had snapped, and the heavy cylinder rolled slowly across the deck.