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clanged again and the telegraph dial indi-
cated "half astern". With scarcely a glance Mac spun the
wheel and flicked a lever. The thudding of the engine
increased and the whole hull quivered lightly. "Stop!"
said the telegraph dial, followed quickly by "half ahead".
Almost before Mac could spin the controls, the bell clanged
again for "full-ahead". Smoothly the ship forged ahead.
Mac stepped forward to me, "Ah, Laddie," he said, "ye've
done yer eight hours. Be off with ye. Tell the Steward Ah
want ma cocoa as ye step by."
Cocoa, food! It reminded me that I had not eaten for
more than twelve hours. Hastily I climbed the steel ladders,
reaching the deck and the open air. Spray was breaking
over the bows, and the ship plunged somewhat as we
headed out into open sea. Behind me the lights of the
French coast were fading into the darkness. A sharp voice
behind me brought me back to the present: "Who are
you, my man?" I turned and saw the First Mate standing
beside me.
"Third Engineer, sir," I answered.

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"Then why are you not in uniform?"
"I am a relief engineer, sir, joined at Cherbourg and
went on watch immediately."
"Hrrumph," said the Mate. "Get into uniform right
away, we must have discipline here." With that he stalked
off as if he were First Mate on one of the Queens instead
of just on a dirty, rusty old tramp ship.
At the galley door I gave Chief Mac's order. "You the
new Third?" said a voice behind me. I turned and saw the
Second Engineer who had just entered. "Yes, sir," I replied.
"I am just on my way to get into uniform and then I want
some food."
He nodded,