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At least, I shall make a report as soon as we get away from the island. And the old woman should be watched, too." "Indeed she should!" cried Whistler. "What do you suppose she meant, Mr. MacMasters, about our Kennebunk being sunk?" "The speech was fathered by the wish, perhaps." "But she seemed so certain so assured," murmured Whistler. He was not satisfied by this explanation of Mr.
"I believe the Kennebunk is near." Nor was he mistaken in this supposition. The night was dark, the stars were overcast, merely a fitful light played upon the surface of the sea. The horizon ahead was quite indistinguishable from the water itself. But at last a faint glowing point appeared upon it.
The enemy was in sight, and the work would be cut out for every man aboard the superdreadnaught. The cruiser came leaping toward the fleet, her signal flags fluttering messages. A gun boomed on the flagship. Bugles shrilled from every deck of the Kennebunk. Messages were wigwagged from ship to ship. But aboard the Kennebunk there was just one order that interested every one.
Although she was supposed to be too heavy for great speed, her coal carrying capacity was enormous, and she could travel on the power of her oil engines alone in a pinch. Altogether, the Kennebunk was the very latest result of battleship construction, and was preëminently a "first line ship." But she had yet to prove herself.
I went canoeing once on the Kennebunk River with an Indian to paddle, and after watching the manoeuvres of the paddlers on the Thames and the antics of those wretched little boats, I made the solemn promise with myself never to trust any one less skilled than an Indian again.
But more than this new recruit aboard the Kennebunk began to doubt the validity of the bobbing thing in the water astern. The big battleship was being swerved to bring the port broadside to bear upon the now distant object. The bugle rang for stations. The sudden activity of the whole ship's company was inspiring.
Most of the crew of the submarine chaser, as well as the members of the squad going aboard the Kennebunk, personally congratulated Whistler on his courage and quick action. "This is an awfully small boat, Torry," he complained to his chum. "There isn't any place for a fellow to get away by himself. There are too many folks here." He did not take kindly to so much approbation.
Officer, from the trouble that's heaped up for you-uns." "What is the nature of this trouble?" asked the ensign curiously. "Death an' destruction," said the old woman. "Death and destruction. Yo' fine big ship, the Kennebunk ship, will be blowed sky-high. It's a comin'! Mark Old Mag's prophecy, Mr. Officer." "We shall all have to go on and do our duty just the same, Mag," said Mr.
"That was relayed last night to the Kennebunk, I believe. The Huns are sowing many mines in these waters. There is a flock of U-boat chasers and destroyers out after the German submarines. "But there is something else of moment in the wind," added the revenue officer. "The Kennebunk," he added, mysteriously, "will not be long in these waters." "No?"
"Say! that wasn't any joke," Ikey whispered to the Irish lad. "Oi, oi! S'pose they had grappled for it and brought it aboard and found "Kennebunk" stamped on those iron belayin' pins we used for weights?" "Don't say a word!" urged Frenchy. "You bet I won't!" agreed Ikey. "Not even to Whistler and Al. We come pretty near putting our foot in it that time, Frenchy."
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