"I neglected to state, sir," continued Ensign Fullerton, "that we have no medical officer at present. A hospital steward down in sick bay is our nearest approach, at present, to a medical officer."
"Forewarned is forearmed," laughed Jack. "We"ll try not to be ill."
It was time, now, to proceed to the quarterdeck; for, forward, the shrill sound of the boatswain"s whistle seemed to fill the air.
Though all the crew, including the marines, had been summoned and formed at the mast, the inspection was but a matter of a moment. Its purpose was more to give the crew a glimpse of their new officers.
Just as the inspection was ending, a marine of the guard approached, announcing in a low tone:
"Telegram for the commanding officer, sir."
Ensign Fullerton received it, returning the marine"s salute, and pa.s.sed the envelope to Jack Benson, who opened it.
"Our sailing orders, Mr. Fullerton," announced Jack, as soon as the former had dismissed the formation at the mast. "This telegram gives, as you see, the latest reported position of the schooner believed to be the "Juanita," and her course. You will get under way at once, Mr.
Fullerton. Then you and I will work out the course."
"This is the starboard watch, sir," continued the executive officer.
"Which officer is to command it?"
"Mr. Hastings. Mr. Somers will take the port watch."
"Very good, sir. And I would suggest, sir, that Mr. Drake is an excellent pilot between here and the sea."
"Then direct Mr. Drake to take the bridge with the watch officer."
"Very good, sir."
"And, as soon as we are under way, Mr. Fullerton, come to my cabin and we will figure out our course more in detail."
"Very good, sir."
It was Ensign Fullerton, who, acting as executive officer, transmitted the needed orders to Hal, Eph and Midshipman Drake.
The three young officers now removed their swords, sending them by a marine orderly to their respective cabins. Hal took command from the bridge, subject to Fullerton"s directions, while Jack, as commanding officer, also took his station there briefly. Eph, being free to do as he pleased for the time, went to his cabin to try to figure out whether he were dreaming.
Quickly the "Sudbury" left her anchorage, proceeding downstream. As soon as the start had been fairly made Ensign Fullerton reported at the cabin of the young commanding officer. They worked out on the chart the probable positions that the suspected schooner would take that afternoon.
"We should sight her at about five o"clock, sir, if she doesn"t change her course, and if the wind holds the same," said Ensign Fullerton.
"If we get the right craft, first off, it will be a short cruise, won"t it?" smiled Jack, rather wistfully.
"I--I--" began Ensign Fullerton, slowly, then paused.
"Well?" smiled Jack Benson.
"On second thought, I believe I had better not say what I started to say," replied the ensign.
"Oh, go ahead, Fullerton," urged Jack. "It isn"t easy to wound my sensibilities."
"I was going to say, sir," replied the Ensign, flushing a bit, "that I quite understand how you feel about a short cruise. The sensation of holding a command in the United States Navy is one that you would not care to give up too soon."
"I was thinking of something of the sort," Benson admitted. "But--see here! On one point my orders don"t quite enlighten me. If the suspected schooner proves not to be the right are we to come back to report the fact?"
"If you were so to order," replied Fullerton. "Yet you do not need to.
This vessel is equipped with wireless, and you are in instant communication, at every moment of the day and night, with the Navy Department at Washington."
"I"m glad of that," admitted Lieutenant Benson, frankly. "It will lessen the danger of my making a fool of myself during my first and last naval command."
"Not your last command, I hope," remarked the ensign.
"The only way I could get a permanent command," retorted Jack, "would be to get appointed to Annapolis, if I could, and then work through the long, long years for command rank."
"There are other ways," replied Ensign Fullerton, quietly. "And especially, if a war should break out. Young men trained as finely as you and your comrades, and showing as great talent, sir, would have no difficulty in reaching important rank in a war of the future, when so much must be risked on the submarine craft of which you young men are masters."
"We have run a few submarine boats, I suppose," nodded Benson. "But none of us has ever had the Annapolis training."
"Not all of the best American sea-fighters have come out of Annapolis, sir," replied Fullerton, soberly. "If a boy gets through Annapolis there"s nothing wonderful in his making a fairly good officer. But my cap, sir, is off to boys who can come through the ordinary machine shop and qualify themselves to command submarine boats or anything else afloat!"
Then, dropping back to his ordinary manner, Fullerton saluted, next left the cabin to carry to the watch officer the orders for the course.
Lieutenant Jack Benson, briefly of the U.S. Navy, strolled out to the after deck for a short promenade. Here he was joined by Eph Somers, who, in his naval uniform, did not forget to salute before accosting the commanding officer of the U.S.S. "Sudbury."
"I"m really beginning to feel that I"m not dreaming," confided Eph, almost in a whisper. "Whee! but it"s fine to be out on a craft so big that you don"t get a cramp in your leg from walking! Say, do you know, Jack," he whispered, "I am almost crazy to see one of this ship"s big guns fired!"
"You may have your wish," laughed Jack. "Who knows?"
Who knew, indeed?
How was it possible, for that matter, for any of these three young officers to guess what lay ahead of them?
CHAPTER XIV
THE BOW GUN BOOMS AND EPH PUTS OFF
In the nineteenth century, when a vessel left port, her destination unknown, that craft might get away from a pursuing squadron scattered over the seas.
At best, knowledge of a marine fugitive"s whereabouts could be gained only from the masters of other vessels that had sighted the fugitive.
Usually, such information must be delayed until the informing master of the sighting ship reached port.
In the twentieth century all is greatly changed.
A vessel bound for parts unknown, carrying some fugitive from justice, is sighted by some steamship that is equipped with a wireless telegraph outfit. Hours before, perhaps, the master of the steamship has been asked to keep a weather-eye open for a vessel that answers the name or description of the runaway craft. Now, she is sighted by the master of the steamship. Ten minutes later the authorities on sh.o.r.e know the exact whereabouts of the fleeing craft. Should she change her course wholly, her new whereabouts is soon after reported to land by the master of some other wireless equipped steamship.
Once upon a time the task of finding and overtaking a runaway vessel at sea presented innumerable difficulties. Nowadays, it is often necessary only that the pursuing craft possess sufficiently greater speed to overtake the easily located fugitive.