He decided to place the matter before good Judge Miller, as to his claim to the craft, and, perhaps, to consult Dr. Stone, who had seemed most friendly disposed to him. He was skimming swiftly along in his surf-skiff when he beheld a small sailboat coming toward him. There were two persons in it, and it did not take Mark long to recognize in one of them pretty Virgene Rich, and she held the tiller. The other was a half-witted youth who hung about the dock, making odd pennies as best he could, and whom Mark had once rescued from a crowd of boys who were persecuting him, thus winning the undying friendship of poor Silly Sam, as he was called. As a proof that they wished to speak to him, instead of standing away upon a tack when discovering his boat, Virgene brought her boat to and lay in the course of the surf-skiff. “Ahoy, Master Mark, and come alongside, for Miss Virgie wishes to speak to you,” called out Silly Sam. Mark obeyed promptly, doffing his tarpaulin respectfully with one hand, while with the other he jammed his tiller down and brought the surf-skiff alongside so easily that the blow would not have crushed an egg. “I am glad to see you, Miss Virgene, for I intended stopping at the tavern to thank you for your great kindness to me the other day when I got into trouble. Hello, Sam, how are you?” “I’m O. K., Master Mark, and I only wish I’d a been ’round ’tother day to punish them fellers for you,” answered Sam. “Master Mark seemed fully capable of taking care of himself, Sam,” answered Virgene with a smile, and then she continued: “Are you not expecting a letter of importance, Master Mark?” “No, miss, no one writes to me.” “Strange, for I have two for you--for, you know, father is postmaster at B----, and I help him with the mails, and these arrived some days ago, so I determined to take them to you, as Sam offered to sail me there.’ “I’m sorry I started from home, miss, for my mother would like to thank you for your kindness to me; but I am obliged for the letters--ah! I know what they are now,” and the lad’s face flushed as he beheld a large official envelope bearing the stamp upon it: “Navy Department.” The other was a smaller letter, and had a flag in one corner. “I gave B---- as my address, Miss Virgene, and I’ll tell you a secret, if you and Sam will keep it.” “A girl never tells a secret,” said Virgene archly, while Sam responded: “Ef I telled what I know’d there would be a hundred fights up in town; but I keeps my mouth shet, I does.” “Well, I’ll tell you that this is an order for me to report for examination at the United States Naval Academy, to be examined for an appointment to a cadetship in the navy,” said Mark, with pardonable pride, as he handed over his orders to Virgene. There was a note enclosed, which read: