When ye were scrammlin' up yonder, like a lot o' mavericks at a brandin', and yowlin' like a bunch o' coyotes, there was one man in the regiment who could laugh.

There's lots o' animals that the Almighty made can yowl, but there's only one can laugh, and that's a mon.

For God's sake, men, when ye're in a tight place, try a laugh." For some weeks after this event the chaplain was known throughout the battalion as "the man that can laugh," and certain it is that from that day there existed between the M.O.and the chaplain a new bond of friendship.
As the ship advanced deeper into the submarine zone, the sole topic of thought and of conversation came to be the convoy.

Where was that convoy anyway?
While the daylight lasted, a thousand pairs of eyes swept the horizon, and the intervening spaces of tossing, blue-grey water, for the sight of a sinister periscope, or for the smudge of a friendly cruiser, and when night fell, a thousand pairs of ears listened with strained intentness for the impact of the deadly torpedo or for the signal of the protecting convoy.
While still a day and a night out from land, Barry awoke in the dim light of a misty morning, and proceeded to the deck for his constitutional.

There he fell in with Captain Neil Fraser and Captain Hopeton pacing up and down.
"Come along, Pilot!" said Captain Neil, heartily, between whom and the chaplain during the last few days a cordial friendship had sprung up.
"We're looking for submarines.