"Yes, sir."
"When you're well clear of the Gate, Captain, look in on me down in the main cabin, and I'll give you your sailing orders for the night."
"Yes, sir."
Halstead knew his own dignity on the bridge. He was on duty, and did not attempt to engage the owner in any conversation other than that which concerned his present duties. Mr. Baldwin went below just after the "Panther's" prow was turned into the beginning of the Golden Gate, that magnificent approach to San Francisco harbor. The Gate is some two miles long, and nearly a mile wide, with an abundance of deep water for the passage of the largest craft afloat.
"What speed, sir?" asked Dick Davis.
"Ten miles is fast enough in this channel, isn't it, Mr. Costigan?" inquired the young captain.
"About as much as is best, sir."
Dick, at a sign from Halstead, communicated the order to the engine room. Twelve minutes later the "Panther" was clearing the Gate, leaving a track of foam behind her as Davis signaled for increased speed.
Joe, leaving his first assistant below at the motors, now joined the bridge squad.
"If there's nothing more, Captain," suggested Dawson, "I'll turn in below for the night."