“Have we passed, sir?”
“You have.”
“Oh, I’m so glad!” breathed Dan, unable to conceal his delight.
“Then—then we are in the Navy?” stammered Sam.
“Not quite. You will be, very soon, providing you have fulfilled all the requirements.”
“What are we to do?”
“Have you the consent—the written consent—of your parents?”
“Yes, sir. That is, I have my mother’s consent. My friend, Sam, here, has no parents.”
“Has he a guardian?”