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"I ought to have told somebody about him before," sighed Whistler. "I had a feeling he wasn't using his real name." "Say! why should you worry? That Mr. Santley didn't think anything wrong of him until he found the letter in German in Blake's locker. And we did set Mr. MacMasters and the S. P. Eight-eighty-eight after him and the oil boat, didn't we?"
However, they could not start off alone to hunt for Michael Donahue and Ikey Rosenmeyer. They were just as much under Mr. MacMasters' orders ashore as they were at sea. They had confidence in the ensign's judgment, too. They believed he would make a search for the rest of their party just as soon as it was practicable.
I don't believe Uncle Sam wants excuses." The standard the men set themselves in our Navy is higher than their officers require. The boys from Seacove, as well as Hans Hertig and Mr. MacMasters, kept a sharp lookout for their beloved Colodia. But they were fated not to meet the destroyer until the great event which had brought the superdreadnaught into European waters.
"What does it look like to you, Mr. Mudge?" Ensign MacMasters asked the officer on the raft. "More trouble. The wind's going to spring on us from a new quarter," was the reply. "See yonder!" Away to the northwest a cloud seemed rolling upon the very surface of the sea it was so low. At its foot, at least, the sea sprang up in a foamy line to meet the pallid cloud.
I shall be relieved from the command of this shark, and we'll have a big cruise on the superdreadnaught, I have no doubt." He spoke prophetically, as it was proved later. But at this time neither Ensign MacMasters nor any of the four apprentice seamen imagined just how wonderful a cruise it would be.
And there can be no blame attached to any of us because of the loss of the boat." "Ah, that's all right," grumbled the warrant officer on the raft. "But think of those miserable Huns, sneaking away in here and dropping a mine in a channel where nothing but small craft dare sail." "Excursion steamers from Charleston use this channel," Mr. MacMasters said. "I know it to be a fact." "Ah!
MacMasters to show him this sign of human occupancy of their refuge. Before the ensign arrived at the spot Torry made a second discovery. "Look who's here!" called the boy in a low voice. "Here's a Man Friday, sure enough!" There was a light approaching through the forest path.
"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.
Under the eyes of a commissioned officer the boys behaved with much more decorum; but it was still a jolly party that finally lined up on the sidewalk outside Yancey's, prepared to march to the dock. Ensign MacMasters sought out Whistler Morgan to speak to personally: "I shall expect you to keep the younger boys straight, Morgan. We're going to be in crowded quarters aboard the patrol boat. Mr.
MacMasters must have been relieved of the command of her before this, don't you think?" "Don't know," Whistler rejoined, breaking off in his whistling briefly. "But where is he?" queried the anxious Frenchy. "Don't worry," Whistler said. "He'll be here." "Oi, oi! If he don't come," said Ikey, "we're marooned, eh?" "That'll be fierce!" growled Frenchy Donahue.
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