"Yes, when we get to the other side of the bay. Quartermaster, head her east by south one half."
"East by south one half she is. On the mark, sir."
"Hold her there till you get that point of land abeam, then swing."
"Aye, aye, sir."
"Chains, there, keep the lead going."
The ship swung slowly round, then headed away on the new course, which she followed as the captain had directed. When opposite the point of land indicated a sharp turn was made, the vessel heading for the opposite side of the bay.
After half an hour the battleship had arrived at her first anchorage. At command, engines were stopped. Starboard anchor chains rattled loudly, sending up a shower of sparks as the anchor shot downward. Then the ship swung into the tide and came to rest.
"Do you wish the divers to go down now?"
"No; not until later. Have the hold examined, to see if she is leaking forward and report to me at once."
"Very good, sir," answered the executive, saluting. "Where will you be—here on the bridge?"