CHAPTER XX. DIVING FOR REWARDS.
“There goes the little beggar again!”
“What a clean dive!”
“Yes; he is grace itself. But say, Clif——”
“He’s got it. Hurray! He catch dime plenty well. Hi! here another.”
“You are getting mighty liberal with your money, Trolley.”
“I no care. It worth dollar to see diving like that. Hi! you little boy, here some more.”
The group of naval cadets were leaning over the port railing on the forecastle of Monongahela.
It was shortly after quarters on a Saturday morning, and the trim old frigate was riding easily at anchor in the Tagus River just off the main landing dock of Lisbon, Portugal.
After a truly eventful voyage from Annapolis she had finally arrived in port, and the one hundred and sixty odd cadets on board were waiting eagerly for the time when they could have a run ashore.