"Nothing could give me greateh pleasure, my deah boy, than this plan of having youh fatheh in command at Gordonia," he beamed, shaking Tom's hand effusively. "I hope you'll have us all made millionaihs when we get back home again; I do, for a fact, suh." Tom smiled and shook his head. "It looks pretty black, just now, Major. I'm afraid we're in for rough weather."