“I was just thinking the same thing,” March said with enthusiasm. “I’m excited as the devil about this, but I began to feel the need of a friend close at hand. I wonder what the Skipper will be like.”
“Are you reading my thoughts?” Stan exclaimed. “He can make or break us, you know.”
“I know it!” March replied. “Why, on this first cruise the commanding officer can get us out of the sub service just by saying he doesn’t like the color of our eyes.”
“They’ve Made You a Lieutenant!”
“Well, we’re going to find out pretty soon,” Stan said. “That looks like a mighty pretty pigboat alongside that dock up ahead. It might be ours.”
It was theirs. It was Kamongo, long and sleek and beautiful in the dark waters that lapped her sides. They showed the necessary papers to the guard at the gangplank and went aboard. It was now almost completely dark.
“Everybody’s down below,” March said.
“Skipper may not even be there,” Stan replied.
The sentry overheard them. “The Skipper’s below, sir,” he said.