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God's power must be present and work within us, in order that we may believe; as Paul also says, Eph. i., "God grant you the spirit of wisdom that ye may know what is the exceeding greatness of His power toward us who have believed, according to the working of His mighty power," &c. Not only is it God's will, but a power of God that is far from unimportant.
"It all answered the questions that we had been asking," Jack replied, promptly, though, it must be admitted, rather evasively. "This is your understanding, too, Mr. Hastings?" demanded the officer. "Surely," murmured Hal. "You, Mr. Somers?" "I I haven't had so much fun since the gasoline engine blew up," protested Eph.
Ensign Fullerton hastened back to the bridge, to assume command, while Hal hastings stood by him. Boat-handlers and armed sailors and marines scampered over the side. Down the gangway followed Jack and Eph, looking very stately as they held their swords clear of their legs. Busily the launch chugged across the intervening water gap.
"Poor old Hal has been up there in the conning tower all these hours," muttered Captain Jack, uneasily. "He must have that cramped feeling in his hands." "Humph!" retorted Eph. "Not so you could notice it much, I guess. It's a simpleton's job up in the conning tower to-day.
It would be a shame to have to punch him if he felt insulted and made a pass at me." "Punch him, eh?" laughed Jack in genuine enjoyment. "Eph! Eph! Don't make any false start like that!" "What are you talking about?" questioned Somers. "Don't make the mistake, at any time, Of trying to punch that Japanese." "Trying to?" gasped Somers.
More remarkable still, as faithful readers of newspapers knew, Captain Jack Benson had associated with him, on the new torpedo boat, two other sixteen-year-old boys, by name Hal Hastings and Eph Somers. It was also rumored, and nearly as often believed, that these three sea-bred young Americans knew as much as anyone in the United States on the special subject of submarine boat handling.
Eph was lying on his face, upon the settle, as he had first seen him there, his arms beneath his head. "I will not disturb him now," said the doctor. One breezy afternoon, in the following summer, Captain Seth laid aside his easy every-day clothes, and transformed himself into a stiff broadcloth image, with a small silk hat and creaking boots.
The caps were of visored naval pattern. "Say," asked Eph, looking about him, "I'm only a common sailor, at most. Ain't there any common sailor togs lying about?" "I don't know where," smiled Andrews. "I judge, from the togs, that we're all to be captains." So Eph, with a comical sigh, fitted himself to a uniform and donned it.
Without leaving the bridge Ensign Fullerton passed the word for the manning of the gun and loading with a blank cartridge. There was a new, deeper glow in Eph Somers's eyes as he paced the bridge. He was to have, at last, his wish to see the "Sudbury" fire a shot. In a few minutes more the "Sudbury" was ranging tip alongside the schooner, though a full quarter of a mile away to windward. "Mr.
Eph built his boat, and, in spite of his evident dislike of visitors, the inside finish and the arrangements of the little cabin were so ingenious and so novel that everybody had to pay him a visit. True to his plan of being independent, he built in the side of the hill, near his barn, by a little gravelly pond, an ice-house, and, with the hardest labor, filled it, all by himself.
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