Yamaguchi’s business in Seoul being completed, he lost no time in returning to Chemulpo. In default of other instructions, he decided to keep Bob with him, and half an hour after his arrival, the _Kasumi_ steamed out of the harbour to rejoin the fleet. Its fringe came into sight some ninety miles south-east of the Liau-ti-shan promontory. Through his glass Bob saw a destroyer detach itself from the squadron and come rapidly towards the _Kasumi_. "Coming to make sure who we are," remarked Yamaguchi. When the identity of the new-comer had been satisfactorily established, the other boat ran up signals, from which Yamaguchi learnt the position of the main fleet. Two hours later the _Kasumi_, going at half-speed, sighted the cruiser squadron, and about five miles beyond them the forest of military tops belonging to the Japanese battle-ships. Running close up to the _Mikasa_, Yamaguchi went off in a boat to make his report to Admiral Togo, and returned in high feather at having been ordered to place himself at the disposal of Captain Asai, who was in command of three destroyers that formed the first division of the Japanese torpedo flotilla. "What about me?" asked Bob. "Not a word. The fact is, I forgot all about you. I didn’t mention you, neither did the admiral." "Out of sight out of mind," remarked Bob. "But I’m delighted to hear it, for now that I’m used to this cockle-shell’s little eccentricities I’m perfectly at home. Is there any chance of your going into action?" "Every chance, I should think. I fancy we’re going to have another slap at the enemy." "The whole fleet, you mean?" "No I don’t. I’ve an idea the admiral wants to see how we mosquitoes can sting. Feel jumpy?" "Not in the slightest. There’s nothing I’m more anxious to see." "Well, it may be pluck, but I call it sheer ignorance. Here we are in mid-ocean, a mere egg-shell—you know that; but we’ve enough explosives in our magazines to send half London sky-high, and a single fortunate shot plumping into us would separate us all into our elementary atoms."