S. Navy.
From that moment the mental atmosphere within the _Dewey_ was cleared.
Inspired by the national anthem, every man resolved that now, do or
die, he would perform his part bravely.
"Where do we go from here, boys?" Bill started to play, and immediately
a dozen lusty voices joined in the rag-time refrain.
So the merriment continued over evening mess and into the evening. Ted
had strolled into the torpedo room absent-mindedly and was leaning
with one arm over one of the torpedoes in the starboard rack when
suddenly there flashed through his mind a wild inspiration. Instantly
he straightened and gazed about him. One at a time he counted the
torpedoes in the hold of the _Dewey_. There were three loaded in the
tubes and two more in the port and starboard racks.
"I'll do it, I'll do it," he shouted aloud and raced aft immediately
to the control chamber where his commander sat writing at an improvised
table.
Lieutenant McClure turned as Ted stopped and came to a salute.
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