There was a splash, followed by the rasping of the cable through the chock and then a cheerful whistle from the crew as he made fast.

"About eighteen feet, Steve, I should say," he called.
"Sixteen," corrected the Captain gravely.

Joe smiled.
"Mean it ?" he asked.
Steve nodded and put a finger on the chart.

"We're right here," he said.
Then he covered the compass and drew down the lid of the chart box and stretched his arms luxuriously.

"That's over with," he added, "and I'm glad of it! How about dinner, Ossie ?" "On the fire, Cap! Ready in five minutes." "Then I'm going to get into a dry shirt.