"And you, Taylor"—Herc turned as red as his own thatch—"you are also deserving of the highest praise. Your action in entering what seemed a certain death trap was heroic in the extreme. The United States Government is proud of you both, and I am authorized to pin upon you, as unfading mementoes of your conduct, these."
From two blue plush cases the portly man with the kind smile drew two gold badges which he pinned on the breast of each Dreadnought Boy.
They were the coveted medals of honor.
"I know that you will wear them with the highest appreciation of their significance. I congratulate you both."
The portly man turned to the secretary with a smile.
"I think that is all, Mr. Secretary," he said.
"I believe so, Mr. President," said the secretary, rising and opening the door.
The boys' eyes fairly popped in their heads. Herc's amazement actually overcame his sense of discipline.
"Oh, sir, was that the President himself?" he quavered, as the secretary returned to his desk.