Then the lookout walked again, and continued to do so till Scott called him a couple of minutes before it was time to strike eight bells.
"Now you will turn out the port watch and call Don in the forecastle," said the captain.
"All right;" and Felix went to the cabin where he waked Louis and Morris; then he descended to the forecastle, and aroused the second engineer.
Everything was done with the greatest regularity, for all hands had learned on board of the Guardian-Mother to have a very high respect for all the forms in the routine of ship's duty. Morris relieved the captain as officer of the deck, and directed Louis to take the helm. Scott repeated the course to the latter as he resigned the wheel to him. In his turn the first officer became the lookout, and everything proceeded in as orderly a manner as before.
Just after Louis had rung one bell in the morning watch, Morris reported a sail dead ahead, only there was no officer on deck of higher rank than himself to whom he could discharge this duty.
"I see it; red and green light both to be seen," replied Louis.
"We are end on, and I suppose you know what to do, Louis," added Morris. "If you don't, port the helm, and remember this couplet:—
'When both lights you see ahead,
Port your helm, and show your red.'"
"That is a good bit of mnemonics," said Louis, as he repeated the lines. "I see the other steamer is doing the same."