Henry looked over the rail at the little dials that registered the revolutions.
“We're going a bit faster,” said the quartermaster.
“Yes,” replied Henry. “The captain has put her under full speed.” And as they returned to the bridge Henry asked, “How do you like life at sea?”
“First rate,” said the quartermaster. “There is always something to do, the pay is good, and there are opportunities for advancement. The captain is teaching me navigation, and some day I may be able to qualify as an officer in the merchant marine. He’s a grand man, is the captain.”
“I believe it,” said Henry. “He sure has been fine to me.”
“He is to everybody who acts right. But, oh boy! You want to look out for him if you don’t do what’s right.”
The ship rushed on. After a long time the quartermaster said, “Do you know where we are to meet that tramp?”
“Yes,” said Henry. “At sixty-seven west, forty-two north.”
The two stepped into the chart-room and looked at the marks on the chart. “We ought to sight her within a few minutes,” remarked the quartermaster.
