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They were not at all as sure as Whistler seemed to be that the man was an alien enemy, and dangerous; for one reason they did not know all that Whistler had discovered up by the dam. It was only to Ensign MacMasters that their leader had told of the water wheel under the rock. Frenchy began to grin when he saw how Whistler hesitated about entering the restaurant in Rivermouth. "What's the matter?
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.
MacMasters, "about as wide as a happy thought, and can make her thirty-five knots an hour without any particular effort." "No effort?" muttered Torry. "And it feels as though she was shaking herself to pieces!" "She's faster than the Colodia," observed Whistler, somewhat as though he felt pained by that fact.
Almost every enlisted man showed delight in his face. Only Hans Hertig displayed a woful countenance. The solemnity of the boatswain's mate attracted even Ensign MacMasters' attention. "What's the matter with you, Hans?" he demanded of the petty officer.
The steamer mounted a gun forward and one aft. To the delight of Phil and Al, the ensign chose them as members of the gun crews. Immediately Frenchy and Ikey clamored to be taken, too. Ensign MacMasters without doubt displayed favoritism at this time. He acquiesced in the desires of the two younger boys from Seacove.
The wireless operator had thus far failed to raise the Kennebunk, although he called every hour. Mr. MacMasters and the warrant officer studied the chart anxiously. There were shallow waters hereabout, and although the steamer demanded little depth, there were bights between the reefs that were dangerous.
These newcomers were as shabby and bedraggled as themselves, and it was easy to identify them. "Here they come!" yelled Torry, and rushed toward the approaching party. Whistler was not behind him; but when they reached the refugees they discovered that Mr. MacMasters was already with them. The ensign had been up since before dawn and had searched out Mr.
Patrick's piper that played the last snake out of Ireland! I've shed me blood for Uncle Sam! That is something you garbies haven't done. And, oh, goodness! Ain't I hungry just!" Because of the repairs necessary to the Kennebunk she was ordered home; but to the delight of the four Navy boys they, with Hertig and Mr. MacMasters, were not to go with her.
Ikey on the raft was bewailing the loss of some of his duffle. "Oi, oi! And a nice new black silk neckerchief, too! Oi, oi! All for the fishes yet." Mr. MacMasters laughed, and did not order the boys to cease talking as a sterner officer might have done. "We may as well take it cheerfully," he said. "I'm thankful there's nobody lost.
MacMasters, and was silent all the way back to Mag's cabin. They came in sight of the place just as the men poured out of the cabin in great excitement. "What do you suppose is the matter with them now?" demanded the ensign. But he spied the cause of the excitement as soon as Whistler did. Crossing the sound was a swift revenue cutter, and one of the seamen, under direction from Mr.
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