Lord Hastings called Frank.
“Help me to my place at the periscope,” he said quietly.
“But, sir,” protested Frank.
“There are no buts,” said Lord Hastings. “Help me to my post.”
Frank said nothing further, but obeyed.
Seated in a chair beside the periscope, Lord Hastings took a long breath. Then he called to Jack.
“I’ll do the watching here,” he said. “You run the ship in response to my signals.”
Jack saluted.
Frank took the lookout, as usual, and once more the huge searchlight lighted up the water under the Dardanelles.
The time wore on, still all stood at their posts. Morning came and Lord Hastings said: