[The Dreadnought Boys in Home Waters.]
[CHAPTER I.]
ON SPECIAL DUTY.
There was a sudden stir in the forward section of the stuffy, crowded railway coach.
The interruption to the stolid apathy that had crept over the passengers, for the dust and heat had made them drowsy, came in the form of voices raised in anger and indignant protest.
The racket proceeded from a cross-seat occupied by two young fellows. One of them was a youth of about eighteen with hair of a violent ruddy hue. His seat-mate was, perhaps, a trifle older, heavy set, rather sallow, with close-cropped black hair. Both were sunburned and bore, somehow, the unmistakable look of those who follow the sea.
"See here, you, what have you got your hand in my pocket for, hey?"