"I suppose the Commandant is somewhere about to wish us God-speed," Frank remarked.
The lad was right. And he did it in imposing manner.
The boom of a great gun was heard. This was followed by the roar of many more; and the rumble continued as the Essex drew near, was louder as she breasted the fort and continued as the ship passed on. Jack ordered a reply to the salute from the forward guns, and for the space of several minutes, the very sea seemed to tremble.
Then the Essex gathered speed and plowed ahead.
"Quite an ovation," said Frank, as he and Jack descended to the latter's cabin, leaving Lieutenant Hetherton on the bridge.
"It was, indeed. Yes, as I said before, it's a great country. You should be proud to be a native of it."
"I am," said Frank simply.