"For it's always fair weather," came the jolly strains that sounded up
in the conning tower above the whirr of the ship's engines.
"Everybody's happy to get out again," laughed Executive Officer Cleary
to his chief, as he swung the periscope to port for a full sweep of
the sea.
So far there had been no incident to mar the safe convoy of the
troopships. Plowing straight ahead, the destroyers that flitted
here and there through the filmy darkness danced about the transports,
alert to challenge any foe. Another hour and the short trip to the
French port where the troops were to embark would be concluded and
the _Dewey_ free to dash off to her post along the Belgian coast,
where Commander McClure had been ordered on guard against the German
destroyers that lately had been showing a desire to engage in brushes
with the allied ships.
"Guess we are not going to be molested to-night," said "Little Mack"
as he looked at his wrist watch.
"Doesn't seem like it," rejoined Cleary.
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