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Ensign MacMasters and the commander of the cutter showed excitement as they watched this spot through their night glasses. "Is it a star?" asked Frenchy. "A star your grandmother!" snorted Torry. "That's a ship." "A big steamship under forced draft," added Whistler. "And I believe it is the Kennebunk." It was the glow above her smokestacks that they saw.
Suddenly, out of the north, appeared a scout cruiser, her funnels vomiting volumes of dense smoke that flattened down oilily upon the sea in her wake. Her stern guns spat viciously at some craft of low visibility which followed her. Immediately everybody aboard the Kennebunk forgot the other ships of the squadron.
"And that of his only and true Son," responded a voice from one at his elbow. Notwithstanding the emergency, and the excitement produced by this sudden change, Roswell Gardiner turned to see from whom this admonition had come. The oldest seaman on board, who was Stimson, a Kennebunk man, and who had been placed there to watch the schooner's drift, had uttered these unusual words.
MacMasters at Rivermouth day after to-morrow. But our ultimate destination is the Kennebunk, superdreadnaught, just built and fitted out for her first cruise. You know, she was only christened a month ago." Even the Elmvale disaster and the mystery regarding the German spy, Franz Linder, were at once ousted from the minds of the Navy boys.
Now great gray masses of oily smoke ballooned upward, drifting away to leeward before the gale. As soon as the anchors were tripped the bows of the great ship swung seaward. She began to forge ahead. The Kennebunk was a huge craft, indeed, being of thirty-two thousand tons' displacement.
The Kennebunk frequently received and sent wireless messages; but the messages were evidently unimportant for they caused no flurry of excitement. The Seacove boys were expecting some news of submarines, or the capture of the "mother ship," which they believed was cruising off the coast to supply German U-boats with fuel. But no news of this kind came to their ears.
Suddenly the whole ship staggered. A deafening explosion, different from that of the guns, shocked him. An enemy shell had burst aboard the Kennebunk! "Relief!" Whistler sprang through the corridor and up to the gun deck. Was the call for him? He stopped to look at a perspiring gun crew. They worked the gun with the precision of automatons.
The annual convention took place at Portland this year and the next, and in 1915 at Kennebunk. Many newspapers in the State had become favorable to suffrage and propaganda was carried on through fairs, moving pictures, street speaking, etc. In 1914 the Men's Equal Suffrage League was formed with Robert Treat Whitehouse of Portland president and Ralph O. Brewster secretary.
The four friends from Seacove learned that every enlisted man and apprentice they talked with was assigned to the Kennebunk, and immediately all fraternized. At noon time the bluejackets marched up town in a body to Yancey's and flocked into that eating place like a swarm of hungry locusts.
"Aw, well," Frenchy broke in, "that U-boat will not have a speed of over fourteen knots on the surface. We can do better than that." "But if she sneaks up on us as that other one did on the Kennebunk," Whistler observed, "we might easily be potted." "Right-o!" declared Torry. "Whichever way you put it, I don't want to see that U-boat till we're aboard the Kennebunk again if ever."
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