They visited the living quarters, offices, mess hall, auditorium, storerooms and galley, and she even tasted with approval the food in preparation for the noonday meal. A youthful Lieutenant of Marines, accompanying the party, insisted on presenting Ursula with several pairs of N.C.O. dress chevrons and trumpet cords from the Quartermaster’s stores, with which she might decorate a sofa pillow, and not to be outdone in gallantry, Henry Cabell, on seeing these evidences of the officer’s regard for the charming sister of his friend, made a dash for the post canteen before its closing hour and purchased for her a dainty little gold and silver pin, a miniature of the Marine Corps emblem, for which he required her to give him a copper in payment. Dick and Henry had not been included in the inspection tour but they later accompanied their visitors to the train which carried them away that beautiful Sunday afternoon back to New England. "These two days have been, sure enough, the happiest days I have spent since leaving home," remarked Henry as the boys retraced their way to the barracks. "I didn’t half thank your folks for the great pleasure they have given me." "It was fine, wasn’t it?" said Dick simply, for his mind still dwelt on the last proud look his father had given him; the suspicion of tears bravely suppressed in Ursula’s eyes and voice; and the never-to-be-forgotten good-bye kiss from his mother’s trembling lips. Yes, it was fine indeed! And how fortunate this visit was, for two weeks later came orders sending aboard the cruiser _Denver_ a detail of marines to replace men whose tour of sea-duty had expired, and with that detail went Richard Comstock and Henry Cabell, Drummer and Trumpeter. CHAPTER VII OFF FOR TREASURE ISLAND The little detachment for the _Denver_ were ordered to go on board fully equipped. This necessitated packing all personal belongings in the khaki-colored canvas knapsacks and haversacks. Gunnery Sergeant Miller happening through the squad room found Dick and Henry thus engaged soon after they had been notified to be ready for departure in two hours’ time. "Want some help?" he questioned, stopping near their bunks. And indeed they did want help, for though they had been taught how to make up their packs, they had never before been required to stow away every blessed thing they owned in one of the infernal things--this being about the way they expressed themselves in answer to his query. "To begin with, you won’t be allowed to have any cit clothing on shipboard," said the Sergeant. "The best thing to do, if you don’t want to send them home, is to sell them to Ikie Cohen across the street, or if you choose, you can pack them up with the things you won’t need and turn them over to the Police Sergeant for storage; then when you transfer to shore duty again have them sent to your new station."