“All you had to do was to obey orders. But you did not believe that Capt. O’Hara was running away with the vessel: you knew better than this. Your number in the Josephine is 36 from this date,” said Mr. Fluxion sternly. “But I will say to you, and to all, that the next promotions in all the vessels of the fleet will be made by the results of an examination to be held on the 1st of June. Whatever place you win, you shall have at that time, though your demerits for conduct will be considered in making the award.” The fleet at once departed for the Bermudas. The wind was fair, and the weather generally good, with the exception of a gale, and a two-days’ fog, so that the schooners made the passage in ten days. The fleet kept together all the way, and sighted St. David’s Head at the same time. This is the north-eastern point of the islands, off which the pilots cruise in good weather, and near which are the two eastern passages into the inner waters, enclosed by an almost continuous reef to the northward and westward of the islands. Each vessel took a pilot, and, going through narrow channels between the reefs, came into the harbor of St. George, the most northern town in the islands. “Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!” came from a steamer at anchor, as the Prince went across her bow. “What’s that?” asked the principal. “It must be the truant steamer,” replied Dr. Winstock. “Three cheers for the Tritonia!” shouted a voice on board of the steamer, as the vessel indicated came into the harbor. “The Ville d’Angers has got here before us,” said Mr. Pelham. “She must have passed us in that fog.” “Three cheers for the Marian!” called Capt. O’Hara, as the beautiful steam-yacht came into view. They were all given with a will; and there could be no doubt the students on board were glad to see their shipmates after the long separation. In a short time the vessels of the fleet were anchored, and the boats began to drop from the davits into the water. “Arrah, Tom, my darlint! your guardian has caught you at last!” exclaimed O’Hara, when he saw the barge of the Marian approaching the steamer. “I shall be as resigned as possible to my fate,” replied Tom. “To the millions of money, you mane!” “I shall not quarrel with that.” “If you fall out with it, remimber your best frind.” “I shall certainly do that, my dear fellow, whatever happens to me. But I shall not leave the squadron if I can help it.” “Faix, I hope you won’t while I am in it!” added Capt. O’Hara, grasping the hand of the second officer. “But here comes his honor the judge. Be ready for him, Tom, and trate him loike a gintieman.” “I shall certainly do that,” replied Tom, as he went to the gangway, where the steps had already been rigged, though the steamer had been in port but a few hours. “Which is my boy?” demanded the judge, as he came on deck. “Here he is,” replied O’Hara, pointing out the second officer.