"How are you heading?"
"East southeast, three quarters, sir."
"Hold the helm steady until we see if we can make out another signal. Up aloft, there!"
"Aye, aye, sir."
"Look sharp for lights. Report them quickly and make sure the word is passed down. Pass the word back after it reaches me, so that you may be sure I have it."
"Aye, aye, sir."
An interval followed, during which only the roar and shriek of the gale were heard. Then all at once the red-haired boy's voice sounded above the storm.
"Shooting star again, three points——"
"What's that?" roared the commanding officer.
"I mean—I mean I sighted the green rocket again, sir," explained Sam Hickey lamely.