Bang! bang! bang! bang!
"This sounds like a full-fledged naval battle!" Greg Holmes called to his chum, his eyes dancing.
"And we cannot see a bit of it!" sighed a soldier complainingly.
"You're in a position to see as much of it as I'm seeing, my man," Prescott retorted, with an indulgent smile. "You and I are both obeying orders instead of pleasing ourselves."
Bang! bang!
Watching some of the officers at the rail on the deck above, Captain Prescott was able to discover that the fight was being brought close to his own ship.
Then there came another sign. From up forward the port bow gun of the troopship turned itself loose with a sharp report.
"Did you note how that gun's muzzle is depressed?" Greg asked
Dick, in a low voice.
"I did," Dick answered with a nod.
Bang! The port gun had been turned loose again. Up on the saloon deck the officers at the port rail were waving their campaign hats as though what they saw filled them with liveliest interest.