The drill goes on until the captain cries “enough.” Then the ship is made trim once more, and the cadets listen longingly for the sound of the boatswain’s whistle piping “Mess gear,” for that means dinner, and if there is anything a naval cadet likes to do at sea, after the salty breeze and active work has toned his stomach, it is to eat.
And eat he does, rest assured of that.
CHAPTER XI. TALKING IT OVER.
“I play plenty times in my country. I was bully boy with eyeglass. Hurray! all Japan girls think I good thing.”
“Did they push you along?”
“He! he! you try be funny, Clif. Yes, they push me along. They say I good actor and know how to make laugh. Say, Clif, we no do one thing to other cadets when we have show. Hurray! they die with what you call—a——”
“Chills and fever?” suggested a lean, solemn-faced lad.