back honest indignation and contempt for so unworthy a superior
officer.




CHAPTER V

WATCHING AND WAITING---BEHIND BIG GUNS


April, in the tropics!

Four miles off the coast of Mexico, east of the historic port of
Vera Cruz, the United States dreadnought, "_Long Island_," moved
along at slow cruising speed.

The few days out from New York had brought marked changes in climate.
While people in New York found the weather still cold, here in
Mexican waters, officers and men alike were in the white uniforms
of the tropics---all save those whose work below compelled them
to wear dungarees.

On the bridge forward, two officers paced at a time. During the
night hours there were always three there.

Aft, on the quarter-deck, marines were going through the rifle
gymnastic drill. In some of the divisions officers and men were
busy at the big gun drills. Others were cleaning a ship that
always seemed spotless. The few that were off duty gathered wherever