Stimson's explanation, while it raised the curtain from all that was mysterious, did not serve very much to quiet apprehensions.
Stimson, the chief engineer, was sitting at his desk studying orders.
Stimson was probably the next best seaman, after the master.
"This has got to stop," Stimson had said to himself, as he stood and watched them.
Stimson appeared to consider for almost a minute, and then gravely rapped his companions arm.
Stimson turned from his daughter and went to a spot beneath the platform.
It was in this way that Stimson had learned to know where to find his present anchorage.
Sergeant Stimson is an enterprising officer, but there are as keen men as he is, he said.
As we studied the pictures and charts, Stimson briefed us on the course of action.
The story scarcely needed to be told as well as Mr. Stimson told it.