They were Herbert Nazro, Winslow Dillingham and Bemis Perry, and they made their way directly to a fashionable jewelry establishment, where an order was left for some special work, with directions to forward it by express to Lisbon by a certain time, when the ship would touch there. After a few days in port the cruiser again set sail, and Scott Clemmons was again on duty, though there was a red scar still visible upon his forehead. But all noticed that, in spite of owing his life to Mark Merrill, Scott Clemmons seemed rather to shun the one to whom he owed his life than to seek his company. CHAPTER XLIV. THE PILOT MIDSHIPMAN. From port to port went the cadet’s cruiser, saluting the flags, forts, and ships of other nations and receiving salutes in turn, while the young sailors were given a run ashore to see something of the countries they were visiting. At length one night came the cry from aloft: “Light ho!” It was Cape Rosa Light, and on the vessel sails in the coming dawn until all the cadets gather on deck to behold the land of Portugal. Lateen-rigged craft pass out, and other vessels are met, one large bark flying the Stars and Stripes, which brings a cheer of greeting from the young sailors. The high crags of Cintra, with its castle and surrounding fields, are passed, the old fort of St. Julian, next frowning Fort Bugio, and thence onward into the waters of the Tagus. The tower of Beleur next looms up, with fortress-clad cliffs, and the cadets soon after are called to their stations as Lisbon, seated upon her many hills, rises in terraces before them, telling them that the haven is reached, for with a plunge the anchor is let fall. Then up aloft is run a ball of bunting, which, when shaken out, reveals the standard of Portugal, and gun after gun thunders a salute from the cruiser to the old city of Lisbon. As the health officer has reported all safe on board, a boat soon after goes ashore, and in it are the three cadets who landed first at Liverpool, and visited the jewelry establishment. They now seek the offices of the Continental Express Company, and there awaiting them is a small package. The jeweler has kept his promise. After a few days spent in Lisbon the cruiser sets sail for the blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea, and once the shores of Portugal are left astern a muster of all hands on deck is called, and Captain De Long orders: “Cadet Midshipman Merrill to the front!” Mark Merrill promptly obeys, and then as the captain takes from a morocco case a beautiful gold badge, he, for the first time, realizes that he is to be the recipient of a token as an appreciation of his services when he leaped from the yardarm to save the life of Scott Clemmons. In a few well-chosen words the captain made the presentation, in which occurred the following: