"Well, you chaps come back to see me again day after to-morrow--nine o'clock in the morning right here in this office," said the superintendent. "I think I will have something at that time that may interest you," he added. The boys promised to be on hand at the designated time and were quite overjoyed at the prospect of something doing so soon--and right from the boss himself, too. "You might come along, too, Larry," the official turned to Seymour. "You sure gave me a boost just when I most needed it, and I reckon you are fit enough company for this particular project I have in mind." Larry eagerly accepted and said he certainly would be on deck. In a few minutes the trio withdrew from the private office, and once outside gave themselves over to all manner of speculation as to what the big boss had in mind. "It must be something good the way he talked," began Dick. "And whatever it is I'm in on it, for what Montey Brown goes in for anytime anywhere is sure to be a first-class proposition," added Jay. Larry was so happy over the turn of events he grabbed Fismes to him and gave the dog such a hug that the animal gasped. It was agreed they would meet outside the superintendent's office on the designated morning at five minutes before nine o'clock. Then the trio separated, Larry going back to his work on the ways and Dick and Jay adjourning uptown to mingle among some old friends and, among other things, to lay in new "civvies." The naval uniforms were to be laid aside as precious mementoes of the war. The two Brighton boys found themselves heroes before the day was over. When the afternoon papers came out on the street they contained two-column double-leaded accounts of the riot at the shipyard and of the spectacular part played by two navy veterans in the rescue of the yard superintendent. Everywhere they went they were hailed with a hearty welcome and given the glad hand. "Gosh, this is awful," moaned Jay after an old resident had nearly wrung his hand off with a demonstrative felicitation. "I'd sooner set mines in the deepest water than face much of this kind of music," wailed Dick in return. The two boys could scarcely contain themselves until the appointed hour when they were to meet Superintendent Brown in the works. The nearly forty-eight hours dragged by slowly for the youths who in their eagerness to find out what it was all about were down at the yard two days later a half hour before the appointed time. "Medals or mischief, whatever it is, here we go," snorted Larry, the irrepressible, as he joined the group. He was in working togs. Just at nine o'clock they sent in their names and were promptly admitted to the private office of the superintendent. "Good morning, boys, I see you are out bright and early, and all set for the big game," began that official. "At your service, sir," answered Jay.