CHAPTER XVII
AT TORPEDO TARGET PRACTICE
"Hello, Dan."
Sam Hickey peered over the edge of his hammock in the early morning.
"What is it?" answered Davis sleepily.
"I wonder whether we have missed reveille."
"What's that?" Dan sat up very suddenly.
"I thought that would fetch you awake in a hurry," chuckled the red-headed boy, snuggling down under his bedclothes, one eye peering over at his companion.
"That's mean of you, to wake me up so early in the morning," grumbled Dan. "I was having such a fine sleep, too. I was dreaming——"