somebody else's error. We gave that information (the Flag could have learned much more if she had asked for it) and I effaced myself with a great effacement forward, where the wits of the foc'sle were telling the signalman of Friday morning what sorts of death and disrating awaited him.
'WE'VE LOST THE GAME'
'We've lost the game,' said one man. 'First come first served. That shows it,' and with this dark saying I was forced to be content.
Then the Flag removed herself, her sixty signalmen, her four-deep strings of signals, and her grim semaphore. Truly was it written:
'Every day brings a ship,
Every ship brings a word,
Well for him who has no fear
Looking seaward, well assured
That the word the vessel rings
Is the word that he would hear.'
Anon the cruisers popped over the horizon, led by the Powerful—all save one—and the Powerful wished to know where that one had gone. Now the rendezvous given us by the Powerful could have been read in two ways. We all knew how the mistake had arisen, and, with one exception, had all repaired to the place which our leader had in her massive mind. But there was no ship, of course, that could stand up to and gently rebuke the Powerful save her sister ship the Terrible, who signalled politely: 'I suppose the ——— is waiting at rendezvous signalled by you?' To this the Powerful,
