“Man the weather and stand by the lee braces!” shouted the first lieutenant.
Clyde Blacklock took out his station card, and looked to see whether the order applied to him.
“You are on the main brace,” said Scott, a good-natured young tar, who happened to be near the new student. “There you are, on the weather side.”
“Who spoke to you?” demanded Clyde, dropping his card, and looking Scott in the face.
“I haven’t been introduced to you, I know; but I thought you wanted to know your duty,” laughed Scott.
“You take care of yourself, and I’ll mind my own duty,” growled Clyde.
“All right, my lad,” replied the good-natured student, whose station was at the weather fore brace.
Clyde walked aft, and placed himself in the line of those who were to haul on the weather main brace.
“Slack the lee, and haul on the weather braces,” said the first lieutenant, and the other officers repeated the order.
“Walk away with it!” shouted the fourth lieutenant to those at the main brace.