"That's his room," replied Wild Charley, pointing to the right. "What do you want with him?"
"I'm sent for signals."
"Do you know what they are?"
"Of course I do. Don't take me for a fool," answered Tommy, looking up with considerable pride.
"All right, my son. When you want to turn in, come down to the bunk I showed you. Yours is the same as mine."
"I'll be there," replied Tommy.
He knocked at the quartermaster's door, and was told to enter.
"What is it, boy," asked the officer, without looking up from some accounts which he was attentively studying.
"Captain's sent for usual signals, sir."
"Take them out of that locker."