As Frank and Ned went down to the street again the younger lad remarked:
“Well, we’ve joined the navy. Now we’re going to be the two boys of the battleship.”
“We’ve joined all right,” agreed Frank, “but we haven’t actually been accepted. The doctor has yet to see us.”
“Oh, we’ll pass all right,” asserted Ned, confidently.
CHAPTER IX—AT THE TRAINING STATION
With the valises in their possession our two boys of the battleship, as I shall begin to call them, felt a little less disheartened than at any time since the robbery. At least they had some belongings left, and if worst came to worst, they could sell or pawn their spare clothing, and so get money enough to tide them over their difficulties, or, provided they could not secure admission to the navy, until they could get work.
“And if we can’t get a job with Uncle Sam,” said Ned, as they were on their way down town again from the Pennsylvania Station, “maybe we can get on some ship that goes to the republic of Uridio.”
“What do we want to go down there for?” asked Frank.
“To see if we can’t prove Uncle Phil’s innocence,” was the quick answer.
“If we only could!” murmured Frank. “That would be fine! But I guess we’ll have to leave that to the lawyers and politicians.”