"No, you may not!" protested Scott with energy. "It is still your watch, and will be till eight bells. You will keep a sharp lookout, for that is your duty for the next two hours, as it has been mine for the last two;" and he struck four bells. "All right, Captain Scott; and I am wide awake," replied Felix; and he left the pilot-house, and began to plank the deck on the forecastle. The duty of the lookout was not of a very exciting character; and though the Milesian had not been dubbed a knight-errant, he would have preferred something a little more stirring. It would have suited him better to remain at the wheel; but the captain would not permit any one to take the trick of another. Occasionally he halted at the windows of the pilot-house and had a chat with the captain. "I wonder if the Grand Mogul will try to arrest you and Felipe to-morrow?" he asked at one of these halts. "I think he has a bigger bone than that to pick with Captain Ringgold," replied Scott. "I should not wonder, from what the Pacha said, if they had a row. He wanted to fight a duel with the commander, who would not do anything of the sort, though he would defend himself if he were assaulted." "The captain is able to take care of himself, and he will do so," added Felix. Then the lookout walked again, and continued to do so till Scott called him a couple of minutes before it was time to strike eight bells. "Now you will turn out the port watch and call Don in the forecastle," said the captain. "All right;" and Felix went to the cabin where he waked Louis and Morris; then he descended to the forecastle, and aroused the second engineer. Everything was done with the greatest regularity, for all hands had learned on board of the Guardian-Mother to have a very high respect for all the forms in the routine of ship's duty. Morris relieved the captain as officer of the deck, and directed Louis to take the helm. Scott repeated the course to the latter as he resigned the wheel to him. In his turn the first officer became the lookout, and everything proceeded in as orderly a manner as before. Just after Louis had rung one bell in the morning watch, Morris reported a sail dead ahead, only there was no officer on deck of higher rank than himself to whom he could discharge this duty. "I see it; red and green light both to be seen," replied Louis. "We are end on, and I suppose you know what to do, Louis," added Morris. "If you don't, port the helm, and remember this couplet:-- 'When both lights you see ahead, Port your helm, and show your red.'" "That is a good bit of mnemonics," said Louis, as he repeated the lines. "I see the other steamer is doing the same." "She is following the rule of the road. I suppose you know that there are 'International Steering and Sailing Rules' so that all nations may follow the same directions."