"Oh, that"s it, is it? Because I"m a red-head you won"t salute me?
Well, let me tell you, I had a sight rather have a red head than some other colors that I know about."
Sam turned on his heel and strode into the gun turret without another word. He did not realize that he had made an enemy of the dark-skinned Hawaiian, an enemy who would never forget to do him an injury. Perhaps Sam would not have cared had he known.
A few moments later the gun captain emerged from the turret and stood leaning over the rail of the ship, looking into the water, one hand resting lightly on the muzzle of the seven-inch gun. Suddenly his hand slipped and went right into the muzzle.
The gun captain withdrew the hand with a surprised look on his face.
"What"s this?" he muttered. "What did that red-head do with the tompion, I wonder!"
He glanced about the deck, and, failing to discover the bra.s.s gun plug, hurriedly entered the turret where Sam was now engaged in polishing the bright work on the gun b.u.t.t.
"Hickey!"
"Yes, sir."
"What did you do with that tompion after you polished it?"
"The plug, you mean?"
"Yes."
"Why, I put it back where it belongs."
"Where, I asked you?"
"I stuck it in the gun."
"Come out here."
The gun captain led Sam to the outer deck, and, taking hold of the boy"s arm, pointed to the muzzle of the seven-inch.
"Do you see any tompion in that gun?" he demanded.
"N-n-n-no," answered Sam hesitatingly.
"Now, tell me where you put it."
"I told you once. I put it in the muzzle. Where did you think I put it!"
"I did not think. But it is now my opinion that you dropped it overboard."
"I did nothing of the sort," protested Hickey indignantly.
"You were the last man to handle the plug, were you not?"
"Y-e-s."
"Where is it?"
"I--I don"t know."
"That will cost you twenty-five, young man. You will no doubt be put on the list for a reprimand, if not worse. That"s all I"ve got to say to you."
Sam stood with both hands thrust in his trousers" pockets, gazing absently off to sea.
"Almost a whole month"s pay gone to gra.s.s," he muttered. "Shoot the whole business!"
CHAPTER VI
THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE
An hour later Sam Hickey ran across the fellow Black on the superstructure.
"See here, Blackie."
Black moved on as if he had not heard. A second later Sam had him by the collar.
"You wait a minute. I"ve got something to say to you."
Black halted because the grip on his collar forced him to do so, but he turned an angry face on the Battleship Boy.
"I"m in a fix, Blackie, and you"ve got to help me out."
Black grunted.
"You were standing outside the seven-inch port when I came out on deck a while ago, weren"t you?"
"Yes."
"You saw me put that tompion in the muzzle of the gun there, didn"t you?"
Black shook his head.
"You didn"t?"
"Me not see."
"Don"t you remember, I was just putting the plug in when I said "h.e.l.lo"
to you, and you wrinkled up your face as if you had a colic, or some other kind of pain in your stomach?" urged Hickey.
Black shook his head again.
"Me see nothing," he declared sullenly.
Sam surveyed him half suspiciously.