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"Hold on!" drawled Frenchy. "Nothing like it. There goes another. They are at practice. The target's in range." The four Seacove boys had seen something of gun practice on the destroyer Colodia; but the secondary batteries of the smaller vessel made no such racket as did the big guns of the Kennebunk.
There seemed to be, however, no prospect of the sea's abating; and the commander of the chaser had a considerable distance to go before morning, so he urged the engineer to increase rather than diminish the speed. With no regard to the comfort of her crew, the craft plowed along on her way to the port where the Kennebunk awaited them. Naval vessels cannot wait on weather signals.
"Will the Kennebunk go across, too?" "That's telling," said Ensign MacMasters. "You will have several days yet to get ready for the cruise, no matter how long it may be. Yes, Morgan? What do you want to say?" for he observed that Whistler was restless and wished to speak. "I've something to report, sir," Whistler declared. "Yes?" "We made an observation just now.
In time they raised the Capes of Virginia, and a few hours later steamed into the dock at Fortress Monroe. Grant, the injured fireman from the Kennebunk, was taken ashore and sent to the marine hospital. Ensign MacMasters had his full orders from the commander of the battleship; but he had a wireless message relayed to the Kennebunk stating his arrival.
But we've got our orders to hasten to the Roads and return again to the Kennebunk as soon as possible." Therefore the strange craft was allowed to pass unchallenged. Later they had reason to believe that they had made a small mistake regarding the unknown vessel, yet they had made no mistake in allowing her to go unmolested.
"Morgan," said Captain Trevor, "let me hear about your finding of this paper Mr. MacMasters has brought to our attention. There seems to be something of moment in it in reference to the Kennebunk." Ensign MacMasters put a translation of the torn letter into the young fellow's hand. The letter had been so mutilated that it was impossible; to make any exact translation of it.
'The death watch. They say you hear it on board a ship when she's doomed to sink. Something bad is going to happen to the Kennebunk," finished Seven Knott earnestly. "Crickey!" cried Frenchy under his breath. "Something bad just happened to that German U-boat. Maybe this death watch you talk about was counting out the submarine, not the battleship." But Hertig was not to be easily pacified.
The superdreadnaught was so huge a ship, and the divisions of the crew were so busily engaged in drills and other work, that few, indeed, knew that the "ghost of the Kennebunk" was being investigated by the officers. The ship was storming along her course through the sea at a pace which fairly made her structure shake.
"Why don't you run away? I'll get you off the island yet, befo' that officer man wakes up." "Why, Mother! we don't want to run away," Torry told her, laughing. "We belong to one of the Navy's crack superdreadnaughts." "Aye, I know. The Kennebunk," said Mag, nodding gloomily. "Sure," Torry rejoined. "We want to see some fighting." "'Tis not fighting you-uns'll see," croaked the woman.
"She may be sent on the jump and within a few hours. I have orders to take you to sea at once and find the Kennebunk. Our operator is sending out feeler messages for the battleship right now." "Then you will do nothing toward looking into this nest of trouble-makers on the island if there is such immediately?" "Not until we return." "And then," said Mr.
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