Battleship Boys at Sea; Or, Two Apprentices in Uncle Sam's Navy

by Frank Gee Patchin

  CHAPTER XXI--BREAKING THE RECORD

  "There goes the last of them," shouted the officer in Dan's boat.

  Dan raised his flag, making the signal 333. This he did three times,indicating that the work was finished.

  "What is the time, sir?"

  "Three minutes and twenty seconds," replied the officer. "That breaksthe record." Picking up his megaphone the officer shouted out thetidings to the men who were out on the mine field. "Three minutes andtwenty seconds," he bellowed. "Best previous time beaten by fortyseconds."

  A great cheer broke from the jackies drifting about in their littleboats over the mine field. Batteries had been placed, everything hadbeen done within the time named, and had the mines been charged with dryguncotton any ship running into them would undoubtedly have been blownup.

  In the meantime Dan Davis was signaling the news to the battleship.

  The "Long Island," expressed her congratulations in three long blasts ofher siren, at which the jackies set up another cheer. This time thecheer reached to the ship itself.

  "Battleship making signal of general recall, sir," Dan informed hissuperior.

  "Return to ship," shouted the officer through his megaphone.

  All boats were now turned back. The mines were to be left as they wereuntil later in the day, or perhaps until the next day, when they wouldbe taken up. As a general rule planted mines are left out fortwenty-four hours.

  Good time was made on the return, for it was nearly time for the noondaymess, and every man in the outfit had a sharpened appetite after themorning's exertions.

  Reaching the ship, the men piled over the side to the quarter-deck,where a number of the officers were gathered. The men were called toattention on the quarter-deck. Stepping out before them, the captainsaid:

  "You have done well, lads. If you do as well in taking up the mines, ourrecord will stand a long time before it is beaten. I congratulate youall, and I have also sent a wireless message to the admiral telling himof your good work."

  The bugle blew for dinner and all hands hurried to the mess rooms, wherethey were left undisturbed for the next hour. This is one of the fewhours in the sailor's day when he is never disturbed, except in case ofemergency.

  The moment the sailors sit down to their meals the little triangular redflag mounts quickly up the signal halyard, where it is left flutteringto the breeze until the meal is finished. That, also, is one hour of theday when visitors are not welcomed aboard ship.

  Dinner over, the smoke lamp was lit for half an hour, when all handslounged about decks, many smoking and telling stories. The jackies wereunusually jubilant on this sunny afternoon, for they had set a mark inmine planting that would make their companions on the other ships of theservice more than envious.

  Suddenly a bugle trilled out the strains of an order.

  "Mine crews take to the boats!" bellowed a boatswain's mate.

  The jackies uttered a shout. In a moment the scene of quiet on theforecastle was changed into one of quick action. White-clad figures wererunning and leaping for the quarter-deck, whence they boarded the smallboats. This was the landing place, the quarter-deck being lower than anyother part of the ship.

  The men who had been tending the small boats trailing out astern of thebattleship had quickly propelled their craft alongside and were lying inreadiness to take the crews on board.

  The jackies piled over the sides of the ship noisily, the officersmaking no attempt to check their enthusiasm, well realizing that it wasbecause the men were in great haste to get out to the mine field and getthe mines up in record-breaking time.

  Dan Davis and Sam Hickey were well up with the first to reach thequarter-deck, though Dan was obliged to favor his lame wrist, nowpaining him severely. This delayed him somewhat in getting down the sealadder, performing the feat with one free hand being rather awkward.

  "Hurry up, elephant feet," shouted a voice from above.

  "Come on, don't be all day about it," urged a companion from below. Atthe same instant some one grabbed Dan's feet, giving him a violent tug,which brought him down in a hurry. Dan landed across one of the seats inthe whaleboat with his injured hand doubled under him.

  He felt sure he heard the wrist snap. The pain was almost unbearable.

  "That's the way to get down when you are in a hurry, and especially whensome one else is in more of a hurry than you are."

  The boy's face was pale, but despite the pain in his wrist he smiledbravely as he climbed into the wherry moored alongside.

  "What's the matter with the hand?"

  "I broke my wrist this morning," answered Dan coolly. "That's all.Nothing very much."

  "Did you hurt it again just now?" demanded the jackie who had pulled himdown.

  "I may have broken a few bones more or less, but don't let a littlething like that worry you. 'Pills' can patch it up when we get back. Nota word," warned Dan, with sudden interest as he saw the jackie preparingto speak to the ensign in charge of the boat. Dan did not relish thethought of being ordered back to the ship.

  "Just as you say, matey. You've got the grit. I ought not to have yankedyou down that way, but I didn't know."

  "That's all right," smiled Dan.

  "Take up mines," blew the bugle.

  "Cast off," commanded the coxswains of the various boats, whereupon allthe small boats seemed to leap clear of the ship.

  Dan, in his small wherry, was lagging behind as usual. In his case theboat had only one oarsman, while the other boats had several, but thesingle oarsman did very well. The tide was running in, which helped themall more or less.

  The boy was holding his wrist, the pain growing more and more severe asthe moments passed. By this time the wrist had begun to swell until thebandage about it fairly cut into the flesh.

  "I hope I shall be able to stand it until I get back," he muttered. "Iguess I'll have to, unless I jump overboard."

  Leaning over the side he trailed the hand in the cool water, whichseemed to relieve the pain a little.

  Reaching the mine field, the boats quickly took their various stations,and the men, resting on their oars, awaited the command, "Take upmines."

  The command came a few minutes later.

  How the jackies did work! The great spheres came up dripping from thesalt sea, and in much quicker time than they had been planted.

  "We have broken all records now for sure. Three minutes flat! Signal theship," ordered the officer in command.

  Dan wig-wagged the time, and the boats started away with the mineshanging over the sides, the jackies singing as they pulled lustily forhome.

  All at once there was a loud splash from whaleboat number two, the boatlurched heavily, the weight of the mine on the opposite side pulling itover.

  Hickey, who was standing up watching the ship for signals, wentoverboard head first. The mine on the opposite side, slipping itsfastenings, had gone to the bottom in three fathoms of water.

  But the red head of Sam Hickey appeared above the surface of the wateralmost at once. He struck out for the boat, blowing the water from mouthand nose, while his companions shouted encouraging words to him.

  Several made ready to go overboard to the lad's rescue, but as soon ashe was able to free his mouth and nose of water he called to them not todo so. Despite the severe effort of swimming against a strong tide,Hickey finally made the boat, though well-nigh exhausted when at last hestretched up his hands, grasping the gunwale of the whaleboat. Thejackies hauled him in, joking over his misfortune.

  "Didn't soak the color out of your hair, did it, red-head?"

  "No; all fast colors, warranted not to run," retorted Sam quickly.

  In the meantime, Dan Davis was standing up in the little wherry makingefforts to attract the attention of the battleship. At last he succeededin doing so.

  "Mine number six gone overboard," he wig-wagged.

  "How much water?" asked the battleship.

  "Three and a half fathoms."

  "Ask for orders," commanded the o
fficer in charge.

  "Orders?" signaled Dan.

  "Wherry lay to, to locate the mine. All other boats come in."

  "I understand," answered Dan.

  "Signaling again, sir," informed Dan.

  "What do they say?"

  "They have ordered that the signalman from the whaleboat number tworemain here in the wherry, sir."

  "Very well, call the signalman from whaleboat number two. We shall havethis wherry so heavily loaded that she'll sink if we get in much of aseaway."

  Dan wig-wagged with his sound hand to the whaleboat, giving the ordersto Hickey to join him in the wherry. The officer in charge of thewhaleboat grumbled at being thus obliged to turn back and travel somedistance to reach the wherry. The latter had by this time cast out ananchor so as to hold the boat in place near the spot where the mine hadgone down.

  "What is this for?" demanded Sam, clambering over into the wherry, hisclothes still wet and dripping.

  "I did not think best to ask the captain for his reasons for giving theorders," answered Dan, with a meaning smile.

  "I didn't mean that. Look out, the ship is making signals. Why don't youtend to your business?" demanded Sam.

  Dan's spyglass quickly went to his eye. He lowered the glass after amoment, turning to the officer in command of the wherry.

  "Diver coming out to go down for the mine, sir."

  "Very good. I knew they would send out a diver."

  "Is he going to dive for it?" questioned Sam, a new interest showing inhis eyes.

  "Yes; he will go down in one of those diving suits we saw on deck thismorning. Did you never see a diver at work?"

  "Never," answered Sam. "I should like to."

  "You will have the opportunity very soon."

  "I think the boat is coming over there now, sir," added Dan, addressingthe ensign.

  "Cast the lead line over and see if you can locate the mine, lads."

  They could not. In a short time the boat with the diver and divingapparatus pulled up and began getting ready for work.

  "Look," whispered Dan.

  The diver was none other than Bill Kester, his face swathed in plaster,his eyes scowling menacingly as he recognized the Battleship Boys.