"I don"t see why you want to bother with it, anyway. You don"t have to learn it."
"Never can tell when such knowledge will come in handy; besides, Hank, it helps pa.s.s the time when we"ve nothing else to do. It proved pretty useful last week when we were having that scouting drill ash.o.r.e and by knocking two rocks together I was able to tell you to go to the left of that clump of bamboo. If you"d gone the other way the enemy would have captured you and your message, which would have meant the capture of our whole detachment."
"Yes, I"d forgotten that, d.i.c.k, and seeing that we both hope to be made privates some day the extra pay we will pull down as first cla.s.s signalmen is not to be sneezed at. Well, here goes; see if you can get this!"
Thereupon Henry began a quick tap-tap with a pencil against the rim of the bra.s.s bugle he held on his knees.
For an hour the two boys practised at their self-appointed task, never using a spoken word in the meantime, but often smiling at each other over the messages they sent back and forth.
Richard Comstock was not wasting his time in the service. He had enlisted with one stated purpose in view, and all his work was to him a means to an end. Every new bit of knowledge acquired connected with his profession was just one more step in the ladder he meant to climb, until his hopes and ambitions were realized.
The friendship existing between Henry Cabell and himself was of great help to both boys. They often had their differences of opinion, but petty quarrels and bickerings never entered in their discussions. Both lads were high spirited, quick to take offense but as quick to acknowledge their errors in the light of reasoning. Day by day, Henry was losing his att.i.tude of sn.o.bbishness. His a.s.sociation with Richard, who tried to find something worthy in every person with whom he came in contact and to see the bright side to every cloud, was the best thing which could have happened for the hot-headed Southerner.
Their duties on board ship were not particularly arduous. They stood four-hour watches as messengers for the Officer of the Deck, dividing this duty with the ship"s sailor-buglers; a.s.sisted in the work of keeping their part of the ship clean, accompanied the marines on their drills ash.o.r.e and partic.i.p.ated in the routine drills of shipboard life.
Sometimes the musics on the larger vessels are members of the secondary battery gun"s crews or have other battle stations at "general quarters,"[#] but not so on the _Denver_, which was only a third-cla.s.s cruiser of a little over three thousand tons. Also on shipboard the marine drummer has but little use for his drum and sticks, which are generally put away in the storeroom and a bugle issued in lieu thereof, as all calls are given by means of the trumpet or the piping of the boatswain"s whistles. Therefore, in so far as their duties were concerned, the boys did identically the same work on the _Denver_, and except when their watches interfered they were generally to be found together.
[#] When the ship is ready to go into action. The drill for this preparation is called General Quarters.
One day they were conversing about the former achievements of the marines, and d.i.c.k, who by now had read Collum"s history from beginning to end, said:
"I wonder if when they put those new dreadnaughts in commission they will reverse the time-honored custom and move the marine detachments up forward!"
"I don"t reckon I know what you mean, d.i.c.k; why shouldn"t they put the marines wherever they want to on the ships?"
"These days there is no real reason why they shouldn"t," said d.i.c.k.
"But you know what the relation of the marines was originally as regards the ship"s crew, don"t you?"
"Y-e-e-s; at least I think I do. They were the policemen on the ship, weren"t they?"
"Oh, Hank, you simply must read the history of this organization before you go any further. It will be the best thing to make you get the right kind of ginger into your work. It will make you proud of your job and proud to be a U.S. Marine; it is one of the chief things you need:--_esprit de corps_--it"s what has kept this outfit up to snuff, and without it no organized body of men could make a name for themselves any more than you can "make a silk purse of a sow"s ear.""
"All right, if you say it takes _esprit_ to make that purse, d.i.c.k, I"ll take your word for it, but don"t get started preaching. Now tell me why should or should not the marines be moved, and if not, why not, or whatever it was you began on when you lost yourself on Pulpit Street.
Go ahead, I"m listening!"
"To begin with, the sailors in the early days were a mighty tough lot of customers, picked up from nearly every nation under the sun. They were employed to work the ship; whereas the marines were organized to do the fighting and were picked men. Because of the mixed and unruly element in the crew the sailors often became mutinous. In those days all weapons, and firearms particularly, were stored in the after part of the ship where the officers had their quarters and having this advantage, they were able to keep the crews under subjection. But there were only a few officers as compared to the crew, consequently the trustworthy marines were given that part of the ship to berth in between the officers and the sailors, who generally were berthed in the forecastle. I don"t know just when this was made the fashion, but I do know that it has been handed down to the present day and you will always find marines in a compartment next the ward-room. Now do you see what I mean?"
"I understand what you have said, d.i.c.k, but what has it to do with the new battleships?"
"Why, I was wondering if another old Navy custom is going out of vogue, that"s all. For in these new ships the officers are going to change places with the crew--their living s.p.a.ce is going to be the forecastle instead of the stern. Question: What will they do with the marines?"
"When did you say that custom started, d.i.c.k?"
"Oh, I don"t know, Hank; way back in the days of bi-remes and tri-remes, I guess."
"Then all I have to say is that it"s high time a change was made; allow the officers a chance to take care of themselves--we marines have nursed them altogether too long," said Henry, and they were yet laughing at the remark when Police Sergeant Bruckner came along the deck seeking them.
"The "Top"[#] says you boys should go with me to the storeroom and draw rifles, so come right along and get "em."
[#] "Top"--Top sergeant--first sergeant, or also applied to the highest ranking sergeant at a post.
"Get rifles?" questioned d.i.c.k. "What are we going to do with rifles, I"d like to know?"
"Ask the Top; don"t bother me with your questions;" and Bruckner led the way below.
"They"re brand new shooting irons, and you will have some job getting off the cosmoline, so I adwise you to get busy before you report to the First Sergeant," cautioned Bruckner, whose German origin accounted for the manner in which he p.r.o.nounced his letter "V" on occasions. He had come to the United States as a lad of fifteen years and after ten years spoke, with this exception, almost like a native-born citizen. Six of these ten years he had spent in the Marines.
After noting the number of each rifle in order to enter them on the public property card of the musics, they all repaired to the upper deck and the work of cleaning the new rifles was soon under way.
"You musics will fall in for aiming and sighting drill each morning,"
called out Sergeant Dougla.s.s, who saw them at their labors. "Although you aren"t required to handle a gun you are required to know how to shoot straight. Come to my office when you get through with that work, and I"ll give you each a score book which one of our Marine Officers got up and it will give you all the best dope on rifle shooting."
It was not long before the boys were applying for the promised books.
"When shall we have a chance to fire on the range?" asked d.i.c.k.
"From the "galley yarns"[#] flying about the ship, it would not surprise me if we were on our way to Guantanamo in a day or two, and when we get there I"m going to try my best to have the guard put through the regular Marine Corps practice as well as the Navy course, and I want to keep our high showing up to standard."
[#] In some mysterious way stories get started on shipboard, generally founded on guess or rumor and turn out to be true; all are supposed to start in the "galley," hence the name.
"Do we get a medal or anything like that out of it?" asked Henry.
"Yes, you have an opportunity to get a number of things out of it. The marines shoot the same course for qualification as that prescribed for the army. There are three grades which pay you well for trying to do your best. The highest is that of expert rifleman. If you qualify, you get five dollars more pay per month from the date of qualification to the end of your enlistment and also a silver badge,--crossed rifles with a wreath around them. Sharpshooter pays you three dollars per month till you next shoot for record the following year and a badge consisting of a silver Maltese cross, while a marksman"s qualification pays two dollars and you get only a silver bar with "Marksman" on it. But you will find out all about it in those books. Run along now and don"t bother me any more with your questions. By the way, Cabell, to-morrow morning you will report to Ensign Gardiner as orderly for the summary court-martial at ten-o"clock, in the ward-room. Mr. Gardiner is the recorder of the court."
"What is the recorder of a court?" asked Henry, who was as full of questions at times as a hive is of bees.
"He is to a summary court what the judge advocate is to a general court, and the prosecuting attorney to a civil court," answered the First Sergeant patiently, "and I hope your acquaintance with all of these gentlemen may be that of an orderly or a witness only. And, Comstock, speaking of witnesses, reminds me you had better stand by for a call, as both Williams and Choiniski are to be tried to-morrow for smuggling liquor on board ship."
Promptly at ten o"clock the next morning the "musics" were in attendance at the meeting of the court-martial, but no testimony was required, as the accused sailors both pleaded "guilty" to the specifications[#]
preferred against them, and merely put in a plea for clemency.
[#] The written statement of specific acts for which the accused person is being tried.
Richard was standing outside the ward-room door when Chief Master-at-Arms Fitch brought the two prisoners aft for their trial.
"I"ll get you for this, you fresh Leatherneck, and I give you fair warning to keep out of my way when I get out of the brig," muttered Choiniski, glaring malignantly at the drummer.
"Shut up and don"t talk so much or I"ll see that you get hung," snapped Fitch on hearing the remark. "After you two birds get out of your cage you"d better be looking round for friends, not enemies, I"m thinking."
And two days after the trial with the entire crew of the _Denver_ mustered aft on the quarter-deck, the sentences were published to the two offenders.
"Whew! You"ll never catch me smuggling any liquor on a man-o"-war,"