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MacMasters made his report to the executive officer. At first glance it was plainly to be seen by the newcomers that the superdreadnaught had a full crew. Their squad made complete her complement of men. She was ready to put to sea. Hammocks were already piped up and the smoking lamp was lit.
That any other craft should be a sweeter sailer than his beloved destroyer seemed to him almost a crime. "She most certainly is," agreed Ensign MacMasters. "She is some speed boat!" "Why!" Frenchy cried, "she must be faster than the admiral's hydroboat we saw at Newport." "No, no!" said the ensign. "Those hydroboats have got every other craft in the Navy beaten to a standstill.
The young fellow briefly related what the old woman had said to him and Torry the night before, and then told the officer of the suspicions that her words had aroused in his mind. In addition, he told Mr. MacMasters what Frenchy and Ikey had said about the locked cabin in the woods. Whistler put great stress upon this matter.
The loose end whipped the length of the yawl viciously and threw two of the crew flat into the boat's bottom. The oars were out. Ensign MacMasters yelled an order to pull. Philip Morgan and Al Torrance found themselves throwing their entire strength against the oars. The raft rose staggeringly upon the huge wave behind the boat. Mr.
A number of the watch on deck were strung along the rail, and the officers did not forbid their cheering the members of the wrecked tender's crew. "Welcome home again, Mr. MacMasters!" was the greeting of the officer of the watch as the ensign led his party up the ladder. "And mighty glad we are to get here," declared Ensign MacMasters.
MacMasters, seriously. "And if a sailor does his duty, he's done his all. The rest is in God's hands." "Don't blaspheme, Mr. Yankee!" warned the old woman. "The Lawd ain't studyin' 'bout he'pin' you-uns none. He's on the other side already." The boat from the cutter had to return a second time before all the castaways were transferred to the revenue vessel.
But we may see plenty of real work At least, we need not suppose that the Kennebunk will run away from any enemy submarine that may appear along this coast." "Do you believe there are German subs over here again, sir?" "It is my private opinion that at least one is here and more are coming," declared Ensign MacMasters. "And there is a supply boat for them lying somewhere off our coast, too.
They were too far from shore to trust a motor boat; and to use one of the big whaleboats under sail would take too long. The derrick swung the big boat overside, and she was lowered into the sea as lightly as though she were a featherweight. Meanwhile Ensign MacMasters was assigned to her command and he had the privilege of picking his crew to suit himself.
"I had no idea Ensign MacMasters was in service again," Whistler said. "But I am glad he is on this particular boat." "Why?" asked Torry, to whom he spoke in a low tone. "I want to tell him about that oil boat," returned Morgan, nodding his head. In a few moments they dropped the sail and fended off from the chaser's side, just as Captain Bridger reached the spot too.
But the moment we reach the Kennebunk I will put it into Captain Trevor's hands never fear." "Shall we really catch the battleship, sir?" asked Whistler eagerly. "We've got to, Morgan;" declared Mr. MacMasters. "As you boys say, 'there is something doing' and we must be in it." "But the battleship has changed her course, has she not, sir?"
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