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“The Boy Allies With the Navy Series”

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The Boy Allies

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With the Navy Series

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By Ensign Robert L. Drake

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    The Boy Allies on the North Sea Patrol
      or, Striking the First Blow at the German Fleet

    The Boy Allies Under Two Flags
      or, Sweeping the Enemy from the Sea.

    The Boy Allies with the Flying Squadron
      or, The Naval Raiders of the Great War.

    The Boy Allies with the Terror of the Seas
      or, The Last Shot of the Submarine D-16.

    The Boy Allies in the Baltic
      or, Through Fields of Ice to Aid the Czar.

    The Boy Allies at Jutland
      or, The Greatest Naval Battle in History.

    The Boys Allies Under the Sea
      or, The Vanishing Submarine.

    The Boy Allies with Uncle Sam’s Cruisers
      or, Convoying the American Army Across the Atlantic.

    The Boy Allies with the Submarine D-32
      or, The Fall of the Russian Empire.

    The Boy Allies with the Victorious Fleet
      or, The Fall of the German Navy.

Copyright, 1919

By A.L.  Burt company

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THE BOY ALLIES WITH THE VICTORIOUS FLEET

CHAPTER I

ABOARD U.S.S.  PLYMOUTH

“Sail at 4 a.m.,” said Captain Jack Templeton of the U.S.S.  Plymouth, laying down the long manila envelope marked “Secret.”  “Acknowledge by signal,” he directed the ship’s messenger, and then looked inquiringly about the wardroom table.

“Aye, aye, sir,” said the first officer, Lieutenant Frank Chadwick.

“Ready at four, sir,” said the engineer officer, Thomas; and left his dinner for a short trip to the engine room to push some belated repairs.

“Send a patrol ashore to round up the liberty party,” continued Captain Templeton, this time addressing the junior watch officer.  “Tell them to be aboard at midnight instead of eight in the morning.”

“Aye, aye, sir,” said the junior watch officer, and departed in haste.

There was none of the bustle and confusion aboard the U.S.S.  Plymouth, at that moment lying idle in a British port, that the landsman would commonly associate with sailing orders to a great destroyer.  Blowers began to hum in the fire rooms.  The torpedo gunner’s mates slipped detonators in the warheads and looked to the rack load of depth charges.  The steward made a last trip across to the depot ship.  Otherwise, things ran on very much as before.