Christy gave them seats at the table, and then went into his state room for the ponderous envelope which contained his orders.

He seated himself between his two officers; but before he broke the great seal, he discovered Dave in the passageway making energetic signs to him.

He hastened to him, and followed him into the ward room.
"Pink is under your berth in the state room," whispered the steward in the most impressive manner.
"All right, Dave; you have been faithful to your duty," said Christy, as he hastened back into his cabin.
Resuming his place at the table, he broke the seal of the huge envelope.
He unfolded the inclosed instructions, and ran over them without speaking a word.
"We have nothing to do on this cruise," said he, apparently taking his idea from the paper in his hand.

"I will read the material parts of it," he continued in a much louder tone than the size of the cabin and the nearness of his auditors seemed to demand.

"'You will proceed with all reasonable despatch to the Gulf of Mexico, and report to the flag officer, or his representative, of the eastern Gulf Squadron.