"You"re a thick-head, that"s what you are. Here I am in a fix, and you won"t even try to help me out. You just wait until you get in trouble, and see how quickly I will come to your rescue--not! I"ll lose my memory entirely so far as what you want me to remember is concerned.
Go on; I don"t want anything more to do with you," added the red-haired boy, giving the other a shove.
"What"s the trouble, Sam?" demanded Dan Davis, who was pa.s.sing along the deck at that moment.
Sam explained briefly.
"You are sure you put the tompion in the gun?"
"Sure? Of course I"m sure. I couldn"t possibly be mistaken about a thing like that, could I?"
"I should think not."
"Of course I couldn"t."
"Then it must have fallen out and gone overboard. Evidently you did not put it in tightly. I can"t see but that you were negligent, so take your medicine like a man, Sam. In other words, grin and bear it,"
advised Dan.
"Huh!" grunted Hickey in a tone of disgust. "Twenty-five dollars"
worth, eh? All right; I"ll bear it, but I"ll not grin."
While this conversation was taking place another was being held in the cabin of the captain, who was in consultation with Mr. Coates, his executive officer.
"I have just received an order by wireless from the admiral to put ash.o.r.e six signalmen to be used for landing practice up in Gardiner"s Bay. They are going ash.o.r.e this afternoon, when we move up near enough to put them off," said the captain. "How many signalmen will that leave us for our work?"
"Let me see," mused the executive officer. "It will leave us three men. I presume you wish to send the most expert signalmen to the admiral?"
"By all means."
"That will leave us very short. We shall be practically without a signal corps. Three of our fellows are merely novices, and can hardly be depended upon."
"Then I shall have to wire the admiral that we cannot spare the men. I dislike very much to do that, for we should have plenty of men on board who are experts with the wig-wag flags."
"Yes, that is so. It would be rather humiliating to have to confess our weakness. Is there no other way out of it? Perhaps we could get along without a signal corps for the present."
"Wait a minute. I have an idea," exclaimed the commanding officer, his face lighting with a smile.
"Yes, sir."
"Is not that young seaman, Dan Davis, handy with the flags?"
"Right you are, sir."
"Was he not one of the signalmen who did such fine work when we were laying mines, the time Bill Kester was rescued by this same boy?"
"Yes, sir. Both boys took part in that rescue, if you recall the incident."
"Yes, I remember. That will leave us in fine shape. You will see to it that the signal corps is put ash.o.r.e this afternoon."
"Yes, sir."
"And, by the way, I think it might be a good idea to have Davis drill in some other men while we are about it. I want to see what we can do.
He strikes me as being a most likely lad."
"Both of them are, sir, though Davis is built of a little finer material than his companion. Have I your instructions to order him to go ahead with the instruction?"
"Certainly."
"How many men shall we try out?"
"Oh, say a dozen. From the dozen we shall be able to pick at least six likely ones."
"Shall we a.s.sign the men?"
The captain reflected.
"No, let Seaman Davis do that. If he chooses any men we cannot spare you will so advise him. I want to see what sort of material he will choose."
"Very good, sir; I will attend to the matter at once."
Shortly after that Dan received orders to report to the executive officer. The latter explained briefly what was wanted of him.
"For the purpose of the instruction you are clothed with the authority of a petty officer," said Mr. Coates. "Your orders will be obeyed.
When you have chosen your men hand me the list, and I will pa.s.s upon it."
"Aye, aye, sir."
"You are relieved from further duty for the present."
"Aye, aye, sir."
Dan made a dignified salute, and walked away with his shoulders a little more erect than usual. But the moment he was sure he had gotten out of sight of the officer, he started off on a run to carry the good news to Sam Hickey. Sam was not over enthusiastic. He was still grumbling over the loss of the tompion, which meant also the loss of twenty-five dollars to himself.
Within the hour he had handed in the list of names of the men chosen for signal duty. This list was approved by the executive officer and the captain, and that afternoon Dan a.s.sembled his cla.s.s on the forward deck for their first lesson. Not a man of them had ever before had signal instruction.
In military formation the Battleship Boy marched his cla.s.s up and out to the forward deck.
"Halt!" he commanded. "Left face! Right dress! Front!"
"Coates, that was pretty well done, eh?" chuckled the captain, who, with his executive officer, was leaning over the bridge railing, watching the proceedings.
"Open order, march!"
The men of the cla.s.s spread out so that there was plenty of open s.p.a.ce in front of each man.
The Battleship Boy gave the men a brief talk on the general subject of signaling, impressing upon them the need of accuracy.
"Do not try to be fast. Speed will come in good time, but make it your ambition both to send and to read messages with absolute accuracy. We will now begin with the code, which is as follows:"