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A SAILOR BOY WITH DEWEY.
I had just retired for the night when I heard the sounds of numerous footsteps on the gun deck. I aroused myself and sat up in my hammock.
"What's up?" I asked of Dan.
"I don't know," was his answer. "But something is the matter, that's certain."
"Let us go and see," I went on, and hopped to the floor. We soon had our clothing on, and then we hurried to where Bob Roundstock was getting his gun crew into order to man the eight-inch monster under his command.
