"No, sir; my hair keeps me warm, sir. At least that's what the boatswain's mate says."
The captain laughed heartily.
"Run along, both of you, and get warmed up. It will soon be time to turn in. Good night."
"Good night, sir," answered the Battleship Boys, saluting and turning away.
CHAPTER XV
LAND HO!
The following days passed uneventfully. The storm abated late the next afternoon, for the ship was running into southern seas where the skies took on a deeper blue, the water a golden hue under the southern sun.
One afternoon a few days later the lookout sang out, in a voice that had a note of gladness in it:
"Land ho!"