But, if he had only known it, this good friend who stood so high in that most fascinating department of all Uncle Sam’s departmental family, had borne him in mind more than he had encouraged Tom to think, and he had previously spoken words of praise to the steward, which now had their effect in Tom’s allotment to his humble duties.
He was, in a word, given the best position to be had among the unskilled, non-naval force and became presently the envy of every youngster on board. This was the exalted post of captain’s mess boy, a place of honor and preferment which gave him free entrance to that holy of holies, “the bridge,” where young naval officers marched back and forth, and where the captain dined in solitary state, save for Tom’s own presence.
Now and then, in the course of that eventful trip, Tom looked enviously at the young wireless operators, and more particularly at the marine signalers, who moved their arms with such jerky and mechanical precision and sometimes, perhaps, he thought wistfully of certain fortunate young heroes of fiction who made bounding leaps to the top of the ladder of fame.
But he did his work cheerfully and well and became a favorite on board, for his duties gave him the freedom of all the decks. He was the captain’s mess boy and could go anywhere.
Indeed, with one person he became a favorite even before the vessel started.
It was well on toward dusk of the third day and he was beginning to think they would never sail, when suddenly he heard a tramp, tramp, on the pier and up the gangplank, and before he realized it the soldiers swarmed over the deck, their tin plates and cups jangling at their sides. They must have come through the adjoining ferry house and across a low roof without touching the street at all, for they appeared as if by magic and no one seemed to know how they had got there.
Their arrival was accompanied by much banter and horseplay among themselves, interspersed with questions to the ship’s people, few of which could be answered.
“Hey, pal, where are we going?”
“Where do we go from here, kiddo?”
“Say, what’s the next stop for this jitney?”