"Wainwright!" shouted Lieutenant McClure.
Ted jumped into the conning tower beside his commander.
"You have already shown your bravery," began McClure hurriedly.
"Here's another test for you. Climb through the conning tower, run
forward and dive off the bow. But, first of all, grab a life-belt
and strap it to you. Don't ask questions. Have confidence in me.
When you get in the water, work your way rapidly around the bow
of the _Dewey_ to starboard. Float there in the shadow of our hull.
Keep close up. All will be well in a moment."
Obeying orders implicitly, Ted was strapping on the life-preserver.
"Ready?" called McClure.
Ted saluted.
"Right---go!" shouted the commander of the _Dewey_.
CHAPTER XII
YANKEE CAMOUFLAGE
To Ted it seemed as though he were following the mandate of some madman
as he emerged from the conning tower and, grasping the periscope pole,
steadied himself a moment before leaping down on deck. But, being a
loyal son of Uncle Sam, and realizing that the first requisite of a
sailor was to take orders implicitly from his officers, he sprang
nimbly on deck, rushed along the inclined steel plane, and as he came
splashing into the water that washed over the bow, flung himself into
the sea.
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