That is all that I have to say at present." That "all" was certainly enough.

The blow for the honor of the Stars and Stripes was to be struck this forenoon.

Instantly every face was aglow.

Each hoped to be in the detail sent ashore.
Then one young officer was heard to remark, in an undertone: "I'll wager that all I get is a detail to commissary duty, making up the rations to be sent ashore." Commander Bainbridge heard and smiled, but made no reply.
Soon after breakfast the work cut out for each officer was announced.
Dave Darrin and Dan Dalzell were both gleeful when informed that they were to go ashore in the same detachment of blue-jackets.
Lieutenant Trent was to command them.
"David, little giant," murmured Danny Grin, exultantly, "we appear to be under the right and left wings of that good men known as Fortune." "I'm ready for duty wherever I'm put," Dave answered, seriously.
"None the less, I'm delighted that I'm ordered ashore." Lieutenant Cantor was greatly disappointed when he found that he was to remain aboard ship.

Captain Gales had his own reasons for keeping that young officer away from shore.
Under cover on the "_Long Island_" all was bustle, yet without a trace of confusion.