The morning work having been finished Sam was accosted by the master-at-arms.
“You will act as the captain’s orderly to-day, Hickey,” he said.
“Yes.”
Sam did not know whether to be glad or sorry.
“Just before eight bells go to your quarters and put on your clean clothes. See that you are ship-shape. I don’t know why the commanding officer wants you.”
“Thank you, sir. I report at eight bells?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“I’ll let you know. Wherever the captain chances to be at that moment. Quite likely he will be at his breakfast. He is on the bridge at present.”