"It won't be necessary, thank you," Darrin replied.

"Very good, sir," and again the marine saluted. Returning the
salute, the two young officers hurried forward. As they strode
along, their eyes feasting on the strong, proud lines of the dreadnought
on which they were to serve, their staunch young hearts swelled
with pride. And there, over the battleship's stern, floated the
Flag, which they had taken most solemn oath to defend with their
lives and with their honor, whether at home, or on the other side
of the world.

In both breasts stirred the same emotions of love of country.
Just then neither felt like speaking. They hastened on in silence.
Up the gang-plank they strode. At a word from the officer on
deck, two young sailors, serving as messengers, darted down the
plank, saluting, then relieving the young officers of their suit
cases.

Up the gang-plank, and aboard, walked the young ensigns. First
the eyes of Ensigns Darrin and Dalzell sought the Flag. Bringing
their heels together, standing erect, they faced the Stars and
Stripes, flying at the stern, bringing their hands up smartly
in salute. The officer of the deck returned to the youngsters
the salute on behalf of the Flag.

Then Darrin and Dalzell approached the officer of the deck.

"I am Ensign Darrin, and I report having come aboard, sir," said
Dave. Dan reported his own arrival in similar terms.