And, Major!" "Yes, sir ?" answered Bohannan, who despite his familiarity with the Master was now constrained to formality.

Resentment sounded in his voice.
"Send Brodeur to relieve me, in about ten minutes." "Yes, sir," repeated the Celt.

For a moment, standing there in the gloom of the pilot-house, he eyed the dim, watchful figure at the wheel.

Then he turned, slid the door, and disappeared.
As he walked aft, past the aluminum ladder that led to the upper galleries, he muttered with dudgeon: "He rates us two for a nickel, that's plain enough--plain as paint! Well, all right.

I'll stand for it; but there may be others that--" He left the words unfinished, and went to do the Master's bidding.
Alone, the Master smiled.