CHAPTER XI
THE SAILING OF THE FLYING SQUADRON
"We are off at last!"
It was Walter who broke the news, as he came tumbling down the stairs to the berth deck, where Si and Caleb were engaged in a friendly game of checkers on the top of a ditty-box.
"Off!" cried the old gunner, and leaped up, scattering the men on the checkerboard in all directions. "Who told you?"
"The signal has just been hoisted on the military mast. I couldn't read it, but Sandram could and he translated it for me."
Caleb waited to hear no more, but rushed on deck, with Walter and the others following. The news was true, the signal flew the words, "Weigh anchor and follow the flagship," and the heavy black smoke was pouring in dense volumes from every warship's funnels.
"I wonder where we are bound?" questioned
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