Two Boys of the Battleship Part 9

"We'll tell you," replied Frank, and at a nod from the sergeant the other seamen in the room arose, saluted and went out.

"No use telling everyone your troubles," went on the government's representative. "Now I'll listen to as much as you want tell, so go ahead."

Frank acted as spokesman, and related all that was necessary concerning their change in fortunes. He related the facts of his uncle's arrest on a political charge, and, to his relief, the sergeant seemed to think lightly of it.

"Well, you certainly are up against it," he remarked, when the story of the pocket-picking had been told. "As for that charge against your uncle, it doesn't amount to a hill of beans in my estimation-I mean as far as any disgrace is concerned.

"Some of those little South American republics are crazy places anyhow, and they'll do anything to an American who they think has money. I don't see any reason, in what you've told me, why you shouldn't join the navy if you can pa.s.s the physical tests, and you look fit," he added.

"Oh, I guess we're all right," Frank said.

"And we're pretty well at home on the water, and in and about boats,"

added Ned.

"I should think you might be, having lived on Great South Bay so long.

That will be a help, too. Some of the recruits get terribly seasick, and though it doesn't last forever, still it's just as well to escape it if you can. Now I've got to ask you a lot of questions, and you'll have to answer. First, I suppose both of you are over eighteen years old.

Otherwise you'll have to get your uncle's consent."

"I'm past nineteen and Ned is over eighteen," said Frank.

"Then you'll come in all right. Now for the rest of it."

The two boys who hoped soon to be doing duty on a battles.h.i.+p, answered many questions over which I will not go into details here. They had to tell of their past history, give their birthplace, the date, and many other details.

"It's a little late for the doctor to-day," went on the sergeant, when he had written down the replies of Frank and Ned. "You'll have to be pretty thoroughly looked over by him. Can you come back to-morrow?" he asked.

"Sure," replied Frank.

"And now-er-I don't want to b.u.t.t in, but how are you fixed for money?

You said you were robbed, and-"

"Well, we have a little left," said Frank.

"Now, I'll tell you what I'll do," broke in the sergeant. "I'll just send you to my boarding place, and be responsible for you. There is a vacant room there you can bunk in. If you are accepted you can easily pay the small charge from your wages. If you are turned down-well, I guess it won't break me to stake you to one night's lodging."

"Oh, perhaps we have enough," said Frank, quickly.

"Save what money you have, friend!" interrupted the officer, with a smile and a wave of his hand. "You may need it before you begin drawing any cash from Uncle Sam. Now you can sit here until my trick is up, which will be in about two hours, or you can go out and see the town.

Come back about five-thirty, and I'll take you to my place."

"I guess we've seen about all of the town we care to," said Ned, significantly, patting the empty pocket where the watch had rested.

"We could go up and get our valises," suggested Frank.

"Good idea," the sergeant told him. "Go ahead, and come back here, where I'll meet you."

As Frank and Ned went down to the street again the younger lad remarked:

"Well, we've joined the navy. Now we're going to be the two boys of the battles.h.i.+p."

"We've joined all right," agreed Frank, "but we haven't actually been accepted. The doctor has yet to see us."

"Oh, we'll pa.s.s all right," a.s.serted Ned, confidently.

CHAPTER IX-AT THE TRAINING STATION

With the valises in their possession our two boys of the battles.h.i.+p, as I shall begin to call them, felt a little less disheartened than at any time since the robbery. At least they had some belongings left, and if worst came to worst, they could sell or p.a.w.n their spare clothing, and so get money enough to tide them over their difficulties, or, provided they could not secure admission to the navy, until they could get work.

"And if we can't get a job with Uncle Sam," said Ned, as they were on their way down town again from the Pennsylvania Station, "maybe we can get on some s.h.i.+p that goes to the republic of Uridio."

"What do we want to go down there for?" asked Frank.

"To see if we can't prove Uncle Phil's innocence," was the quick answer.

"If we only could!" murmured Frank. "That would be fine! But I guess we'll have to leave that to the lawyers and politicians."

"Yes, I suppose so," agreed his brother.

Our two rather lonesome boys, who greatly missed the kind ministrations of Mrs. Brun, the genial housekeeper, were made welcome by Sergeant Berk at his boarding house, which was not far away from the recruiting station.

Frank and Ned slept well in spite of being in a strange place, for they were very tired. It had been a hard day for them. But before turning in for the night Frank sent a letter to his uncle at the Atlanta federal prison, telling of the intention of himself and Ned to join the navy.

"And if we do, dear Uncle Phil," Frank wrote, "and are lucky enough to be sent to Norfolk, we'll try to come to see you."

The next day Ned and Frank had to undergo a rigorous examination by a doctor.

"And what I don't find out about you, if I pa.s.s you, the medical officer at the training station will, and he may turn you down," said the physician, grimly.

"Well, we'll hope for the best," said Frank.

Neither he nor his brother really feared the examination. They had pa.s.sed the first requirements, which state that to be successful applicants must be able to read and write English, that they must be American citizens (native or naturalized), that they never have deserted from any branch of the naval or military service of the United States.

Neither had Frank or Ned ever been convicted of any serious offense, in which case special permission to enlist would have had to be obtained from the Bureau of Navigation.

"Well, now to get down to business," said the doctor, when he had made some entries on his blanks. "You know that you-let's see-your name is Frank Arden, isn't it?" and he turned to the older brother.

"Yes, sir."

"Well, since you are past nineteen, you must have a height of at least sixty-four inches, bare-footed, and weigh not less than 125 pounds."

"I can qualify there all right," said Frank.

"And as for your brother, he must weigh not less than 115 pounds, and be also sixty-four inches tall."

"I'm that all right, though Frank is more," put in Ned.