“Are you coming, Sam?”
“No.”
“Not coming?”
“No; I’ve changed my mind.”
“I don’t understand,” rejoined Dan, a puzzled expression in his eyes.
“I guess I do not want to enlist. I think I shall go back home to Piedmont.”
“Look here, Sam Hickey, you will do nothing of the sort! We came down here to enlist in the Navy and that is exactly what we are going to do, providing they will have us. You say you are going back home. How do you expect to get there?”
“The way we came—on a train, of course.”
Dan smiled grimly.
“I guess not. You forget that we have no money left—that is, not more than enough with which to buy one more meal.”