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 passed
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.
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