Two Boys of the Battleship Part 8

The meal was grateful to the boys, who had had nothing since early morning, and it was now nearly two o'clock. They did not talk much during the process of eating, for they did not want to let their troubles be known. But a careful observer might have seen anxious and rather gloomy looks on the faces of both lads.

"Well, now what?" asked Ned, as they came out of the eating place.

"Let's walk down around South Ferry," proposed Frank. "The elevated train that one of those fellows took went in that direction. Those thieves will have to meet again, and it's barely possible that we may see them on the street. If we do, we can have them arrested."

"Not much chance," commented Ned, shaking his head.

"No, but every chance is worth taking."

"Oh, yes, sure."

Together they walked down toward the lower end of the Island of Manhattan-the location known as South Ferry, where the waters of the East and Hudson River mingle.

Frank was thinking hard. He and his brother had between them now only the clothing they had left at the Pennsylvania station, and a few dollars that the thief had not taken. It would hardly last them two days if they had to engage a boarding place.

"Say, that's the life all right!" suddenly exclaimed Ned. Frank saw him pointing to a gaily-colored poster which depicted some sailors landing on a tropical island, while in the distance, on the blue waters of a palm-encircled bay, was a battleship. It was one of Uncle Sam's attractive posters, calling for young men to join the navy.

"Yes, that does look enticing," admitted Frank.

And then, before he could say any more, Ned clapped him heartily on the back, and exclaimed so loudly that several pa.s.sersby heard it and smiled:

"Let's enlist! Let's enlist, old man! That will solve all our troubles!"

CHAPTER VIII-JOINING THE NAVY

This time it was Frank's turn to stare at his brother as Ned had stared at him when Frank announced that they had been robbed. And as Ned had done, so did Frank, for the moment saying nothing. Then, finally, as Ned continued to stare at him with a smile on his face, Frank repeated:

"Enlist?"

"That's what I said," replied his brother. "Look on that picture-and then on, this!" and by a gesture he indicated himself and Frank. "Here we are," he went on, "almost penniless in New York. By a strange trick of fate we've lost everything that we formerly had. We've either got to beg, or go to hunting work to keep from starving. On the other hand-look at those fellows! If they haven't just had the very finest kind of a meal I don't know what I'm talking about!"

Ned pointed to the bright and cheerful picture of the blue-jackets.

"Say, you're getting quite dramatic," commented Frank, as he drew nearer to the poster, which was one of two put on a V-shaped board standing in front of a hall entrance, in which was a placard announcing

NAVY RECRUITING STATION

"Dramatic!" echoed Ned. "I guess you'd get dramatic, too, if you saw starvation staring you in the face."

"Worse and more of it," murmured his brother.

"Well, what do you think of it?" asked Ned, as Frank continued to stare at the poster. "We've got to do something, so why not do this? You know we've both been keen on getting on a battleship, and this is our chance.

Maybe we wouldn't have come to it if it hadn't been for our misfortune.

I'm sure we can pa.s.s the examination," he went on. He and his brother were in excellent physical trim, for they were active lads, always in training.

"Well, since you've brought up the matter," said Frank, speaking slowly, "I don't mind telling you, Ned, that I had something like this in mind all along."

"You did?"

"Sure. After the crash, and when Uncle Phil had to go away, I knew there'd be a shortage of money. Now, though we have pretty good educations, we haven't been trained for any work yet. So I looked into this navy business, knowing you were as crazy about battleships as I was, and I found out that not only does Uncle Sam train young fellows to be good sailors, marines and soldiers, but by enlisting in the navy you can acquire a trade at which you can earn your living if you want to quit after your term of enlistment is up."

"Is that so?" asked Ned.

"It sure is. Why we can learn to become machinists, bakers, firemen, shipwrights, plumbers and fitters, boiler makers, cooks or musicians."

"Really?" cried Ned.

"Well, I should say so! I read it all up. But your proposition sort of took me-er-"

"Call it amidships, if we are to enlist," suggested Ned, with a laugh.

"All right-it sort of took me amidships," agreed Frank. "I was figuring on looking about New York a bit, trying to get work, perhaps, and then enlisting."

"And you never told me. Though you did speak something about a chance to get near Atlanta, where Uncle Phil is imprisoned."

"Yes, that was part of the game. You know when a fellow used to enlist in the navy he was sent to a training ship. Well, that's all done away with, and now the government has a number of naval training stations on sh.o.r.e, near the water, of course. There's one at Norfolk, Virginia, and we might ask to be sent there. If we were, we could get leave and go to Atlanta, perhaps."

"Say, you have it all thought out, haven't you?" exclaimed Ned, admiringly.

"Not all," Frank admitted. "And perhaps we couldn't get to Atlanta after all. But it's worth trying. So now I'm with you, old man, and we'll enlist-or try to. Maybe they won't take us."

"Oh, I think they will," Ned said, confidently.

A recruiting officer, in a natty uniform, looked at them closely as they entered the hallway.

"Looking for the recruiting office?" he asked, with a smile.

"Why-er-yes," admitted Frank, a bit bashfully.

"One flight up-turn to your right," he directed them.

Ned and Frank went into a barely-furnished room, where two or three men were sitting about. One had a sergeant's chevrons on his sleeve, and to him Frank spoke.

"We'd like to enlist," began the lad.

"That's fine," was the hearty response. "We're looking for good lads, and you two seem to size up pretty well," he added, drawing a pad of paper toward him. "Not running away from home, or anything like that, are you?" he asked, pleasantly enough.

"No; home sort of ran away from us," answered Ned, with a laugh.

The sergeant looked at him closely for a moment, and then smiled himself.

"What's the story?" he asked. "That is if you don't mind telling me.

Perhaps it might save trouble in the end," he suggested.