lay a number of charts, some dividers, pencils, erasers, sliding rules, and some binoculars. In a rack on the wall were various code-books and books of instructions to navigators. Lieutenant Hill was erasing some lines from a chart. A moment later the captain stepped in. The two consulted the chart, and made some measurements with the sliding rule.
“Our course is east, three-quarters south,” said the lieutenant.
“Very good,” replied the captain. “Mark it on the chart.”
The lieutenant laid his rule along the course indicated, and drew a line on the chart, while the captain stepped into the wheel room.
“Keep her east, three-quarters south,” he said to the man at the wheel.
“Aye, aye, sir. East, three-quarters south,” answered the helmsman.
“We're laying a course direct for Ambrose Lightship,” said the lieutenant to Henry. “After we reach that we will head directly for the location of the derelict.”
Presently, as he heard a thin, shrill whistle piping on deck, Henry turned to the ensign. “What was that?” he inquired.
“That’s the boatswain’s mate piping mess gear.”
“That’s all Greek to me,” laughed Henry,
