Up forward on the spar deck a few enlisted men opened their mouths to sing. The chorus grew in volume and the words rolled up:
"And I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way!"
"For I belong to the Regulars. I'm proud to say."
"And I'll do my dooty-ooty, Night or day."
"I don't know where I'm going, But I'm on my way!" Breaking through the words the ship's deep-throated whistle boomed its own notes.
CHAPTER XI
IN THE WATERS OF THE SEA WOLVES
Some days later the same ship steamed steadily through the waters on the further side of the Atlantic.
Nor was the Ninety-ninth alone. Seven other transports were keeping her company, together with a busy, bustling escort of British and American destroyers.
For these American adventurers of to-day were nearing the coast of Ireland.