"Why, because if you 're not, I want you to keep in the background. For I think I 'd--rather like to--enlist in the Navy." Anne could not tell why, but Sara had succeeded in irritating her. CHAPTER XVII THE NIGHT ATTACK As a smart young seaman escorted the two young women to the bridge and placed them beside the six-pounder gun, the two destroyers, _Jefferson_ and _D'Estang_ and the torpedo boats _Barclay, Rogers, Bagley, Philip,_ and _Dyer_ were sweeping between Fort Adams and Rose Island in echelon formation. Long columns of gray-black smoke pouring from the funnels, mingled with the heavy haze of the August evening. There was a bobble of a sea on and as the _Jefferson_ signalled for the vessels to come up into line, the scene presented by the grim, but lithe torpedo boats, each hurrying across the waves to its appointed position, rolling in the sea hollows and pitching clouds of spray over grimy bows, appealed suggestively to Miss Wellington, who stood with her hand tightly clenched in Sara's. Huge blue-black clouds, with slivery shafts showing through the rents the wind had made, banked the western horizon, and out to seaward the yellow Brenton Reef light vessel rolled desolate on the surge. "Is n't it beautiful," murmured Anne, half to herself. "It is so different from being on the _Mayfair_, is n't it?" [Illustration: "Is n't it beautiful," murmured Anne. "So different from being on the _Mayfair_, is n't it?"] Sara nodded. "So much more fun," she replied. "Much more thrilling." As a matter of fact, the atmosphere of expectancy filled the vessel. Armitage, concerned with the navigation of the ship, his cap reversed to keep the wind from getting under the peak and lifting it into the sea, had neglected them utterly, and the junior had not withdrawn his head from the chart booth for half an hour. Time and again Jack's face swept past, unseeing them, toward the quartermaster with hands on the wheel, at the rear of the bridge, crying crisply: "Helm to port." And the quartermaster replied as he twisted the wheel: "Helm to port, sir." Then-- "Ease your helm!" "Ease your helm, sir." The dark had fallen now. Ahead the Point Judith acetylene buoy sent its rays toward them. When they came abreast of it, it was pitch black and the white light on Watch Hill was made out to the southeastward. Suddenly from the _Jefferson's_ deck a series of red and white lights began to wink and blink. Answering signals twinkled over a mile of water and the boats stopped their engines, rolling like logs on the waters. Armitage walked over to Anne and Sara, who, in their coats and caps, looked not unlike officers themselves. "How do you like it?" "Oh, it is terribly interesting!" said Anne. "What are you going to do now?"