"They insisted on making me one, sir, and I couldn't refuse," he said.
"Now," said Dr. Chadwick, "you two boys sit right down here and tell me all about yourselves. But first, are you hungry?"
"No, sir," said Frank. "We had dinner on the train just before we reached Boston."
"Then let's hear what you have been doing. I understand you were present at the surrender of the German fleet. Give me some of the details."
Until long after midnight the three sat there, Dr. Chadwick listening eagerly to the tales of his son and the latter's chum. But at last he looked at his watch.
"Why, it's after midnight," he exclaimed. "Time for bed."
Frank led the way to the room he had occupied since babyhood. This Jack was to share with him during his stay.
"I'll tell you," said Frank, as he climbed into bed, "it feels pretty good to a fellow to get back into his own bed after all these years."
"I should think it would," agreed Jack. "But mine is a long ways from here. However, I guess I shall see it again some day."
"Of course you will, old fellow, and I'll go along with you."