John Graham Bower, H.M.S. ----
“ Through the medley of horns, syrens, and whistles that had been sounding through the fog, four short blasts caught the ear of a rigger who leaned against the outward capstan bollard. He lounged forward a couple of paces, and the men nearest looked round at him with a [Pg 63] symptom of interest. The blasts sounded again, and he turned and looked at the foreman rigger behind him. ”
