THE START
Inside Jack's cabin, Frank found his commander and chum engaged in
conversation with the engineer officer, who had sought his new commander
immediately after giving instructions below. He saluted Frank as the lad
entered.
"My first officer, Lieutenant Chadwick, Mr. Winslow," Jack introduced
them. "I am sure you will get along together."
"So am I, sir," agreed the engineer. "And when shall we be moving, sir?"
"I can't say, exactly," replied Jack. "Probably not before morning, but I
wish to be ready to leave on a moment's notice."
"Very well, sir," said the engineer, "As I said before, I'll have steam up
in two hours."
"Do so, sir."
The engineer saluted and left Jack's cabin.
Jack turned to Frank.
"Now," he said, "what are you doing here? I thought I left you to take the
deck?"
"I turned the deck over to Hetherton," replied Frank with a grin. "I
wanted to find out what all this rush is about?"
"Don't you know it's bad form to ask questions of your commander?" Jack
said severely.
"Maybe it is," Frank agreed, "but I just wanted to find out."
"Well, I wouldn't do it in front of any of the other officers or the men,"
said Jack. "It's bad for the ship's discipline. However, I'll tell you, I
just wanted to have things ready, that's all. Come, we'll go on deck."
They ascended to the bridge. Jack addressed Lieutenant Hetherton.
"Pipe all hands on deck for inspection, Lieutenant," he ordered.
Lieutenant Hetherton passed the word. A moment later men came tumbling up
the companion way and fell into line aft. Jack and Frank walked forward to
look them over. Jack addressed a few words to the men.
"I've just taken over command of the Brigadier," he said. "To-morrow
morning, or sooner, we shall sail, our destination temporarily to be known
only to myself. I believe that I may safely promise you some action before
many days have passed."
A hearty British cheer swept the ship.
"Hurrah!" cried the men.
A few moments later Jack dismissed them. Then the officers returned to the
bridge, where Jack told off the watches.
"Now," he said, "I'll have to look over the ship."
Frank accompanied him on his tour of inspection. They found everything
absolutely clean and ship-shape. The muzzles of the big guns were shining
brightly beneath their coat of polish. After the inspection, Jack and
Frank went below for a look at the ship's papers.
The Brigadier was a small destroyer, not more than 200 feet long. It had a
complement of 250 men, officers and crew; carried two batteries of 9-inch
guns in turrets forward and aft and was equipped with three 2-inch torpedo
tubes. It was not one of the latest of British destroyers, but still it
was modern in many respects.
"A good ship," said Jack, after a careful examination of the papers. "As
to speed, we should get twenty-three knots on a pinch. Her fighting
equipment is excellent, everything is spick and span, and I was impressed
with the officers and crew. Yes, she is a good ship."
"And you're the boss of the whole ranch, Jack," said Frank. "Think of it.
Less than four years ago you knew nothing at all of naval tactics, and now
you're in command of a British destroyer. By George! I wouldn't mind
having your job myself."
Jack smiled.
"Never mind," he said. "You'll get yours some day. I've just been more
fortunate, that's all. Besides, I knew something of navigation before you
did, and while you have mastered it now, I had a long start."
"That's true enough," Frank admitted, "but at the same time you are
considerably more fit for the job than I am. Another thing. I don't know
that I would trade my berth here for a command of a ship."
Jack looked his surprise.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because it would separate us," was Frank's reply. "We've been together
now since the war began, almost. I hope that we may see it through
together."
"Here, too," declared the commander of the Brigadier, "but at the same
time you should not let a matter of friendship stand between you and what
may be your big opportunity."
"Oh, I'd probably take the job if it were offered me," said Frank. "I'm
just hoping the offer will not be made; that's all."
The lads conversed for some moments longer. Then Frank looked at his
watch.
"My watch," he said quietly. "I'll be going on deck."
"Right," said Jack. "Call me if anything happens."
"Yes, sir," said Frank, saluting his commander gravely.
Jack grinned.
"By Jove! It seems funny to have you talk like that to me," he said. "At
the same time I suppose it must be done for the sake of discipline.
However, it is not necessary in private."
"Nevertheless," said Frank, "I had better stick to it or I'm liable to
forget in public some time."
"Well, maybe you're right," said Jack.
Frank turned on his heel and went on deck, where he relieved Lieutenant
Hetherton, who had been on watch.
"Nothing to report, sir," said Lieutenant Hetherton, saluting.
"Very well, sir," was Frank's reply, as he, too, saluted.
It was after midnight, and Frank's watch was nearing its end when the
lookout on the port side called:
"Boat off the port bow, sir."
Frank advanced to the rail. A moment later there was a hail from the
water.
"What ship is that?'
"His Majesty's Ship Brigadier," Frank called back.
"I'm coming aboard you," said the voice from the darkness. "Lower a
ladder."
Frank gave the necessary command. A few moments later a man attired in the
uniform of a British captain came over the side. He approached Frank, who
was barely visible in the darkness.
"Captain Templeton?" he asked.
"No, sir. I'm Lieutenant Chadwick. A moment, sir, and I'll call the
captain."
"If you please," said the visitor.
Frank passed the word for the quartermaster, who arrived within a few
moments.
"Call Captain Templeton," Frank directed.
Jack arrived on deck a few moments later and exchanged greetings with his
visitor. The latter produced a packet of papers.
"From the admiralty," he said. "You will know what to do with them."
Jack took the papers and stowed them in his pocket.
"Yes, sir," he said.
"That is all, then," said the visitor. "I shall be going."
He stepped to the side of the vessel and disappeared.
"This means," said Jack, after the other had gone, "that we can sail any
time now."
"Then why not at once?" asked Frank.
"You anticipated me," replied Jack. "Will you kindly pipe all hands on
deck, Mr. Chadwick?"
Frank passed the word.
Sleepy men came tumbling from their bunks below. All became bustle and
hurry aboard the Brigadier. Jack himself took the bridge. Frank stood
beside him. Other officers took their places.
"Man the guns!" came Jack's order.
It was the lad's intention to overlook nothing that would protect the ship
should it encounter an enemy submarine en route, and, as the lad knew, it
was just as possible they would encounter one in the English Channel as
elsewhere.
For, despite all precautions taken by British naval authorities, enemy
submarines more than once had crept through the channel, once penetrating
Dover harbor itself, where they had wreaked considerable damage before
being driven away by British destroyers and submarine chasers.
A few moments later Jack signaled the engine room.
"Half speed ahead."
Slowly the Brigadier slipped from her anchorage and moved through the
still waters of the harbor. Directly she pushed her nose into the channel,
then headed east.
"Full speed ahead!" Jack signaled the engine room.
The Brigadier leaped forward.
"Better turn in, Jack," said Frank. "It's Thompson's watch."
"No, I'll stick until we reach the Atlantic," returned Jack.
"Then I'll stick along," said Frank.
This they did.
It was hours later when the Brigadier ran clear of the channel and
breasted the heavy swell of the Atlantic. Jack spoke to Thompson, the
third officer.
"I'm going to turn in," he said. "If anything happens, call me at once."
"Very well, sir," was the third officer's reply.
He saluted briefly. Jack and Frank went below.
"Come in a moment before you turn in, if you wish," Jack said to Frank.
"May as well," replied the latter. "I don't feel like turning in for an
hour yet."
"Well, you can't keep me out of bed that long," declared Jack. "I've got
to be stirring before you go on watch again. But I thought we might talk a
few moments."
Nevertheless, it was an hour later that Frank went to his own cabin. He
turned in at once and was soon fast asleep.
On the other hand, sleep did not come to Jack so soon. For an hour or more
he lay in his bunk, reviewing the events of the past and his
responsibilities of the present.
"It's a big job I have now," he told himself. "I hope I can carry it
through successfully."
But he didn't have the slightest doubt that he could. Jack's one best
characteristic was absolute confidence in himself.