And, dashing the weed to the floor, he rushed from the country store, with the boys' laugh ringing in his ears. "He'll remember you now, no doubt of that!" said Link merrily. The day was Saturday, and it was a busy one for both Mont and Link, with packing trunks and bags, and getting ready otherwise. The Sabbath passed quietly enough, and five o'clock Monday morning found the two boys on their way to Nautical Hall. The run of the train was to New York, and here they fell in with their mutual chum, Carl Barnaby, a rich young fellow from their town, and several others who will be introduced as our story progresses. From the Metropolis the boys took another train directly for the seacoast. At Pemberton they had to change cars, and here they met several more scholars of Nautical Hall. "There is Ike Brosnan and Hoke Ummer!" cried Link. "Two of our fellows." The newcomers were quickly introduced. Ike Brosnan looked a whole-souled fellow and full of fun. Hoke Ummer, on the other hand, seemed of a decidedly sour turn of mind. "Hoke is a good deal of a bully," whispered Link, later on. "You want to steer clear of him." "Thanks; he'll not step on my toes," returned Mont firmly. "The first man who tries to haze or bully me will get his fingers burnt." "Oh, the boys will be sure to want a little fun. You mustn't be too particular." "I don't mean that--I mean they mustn't go too far," replied Mont. Little did he dream of all the hazings and larks to be played ere that school term should be over. The journey to the seacoast was devoid of any special incident. The ride on the train was magnificent, and all enjoyed it thoroughly. Towards nightfall a landing was made not many miles from Eagle Point. Here at the dock a long stage was in waiting to take them to the Hall. The four boys, along with a dozen others, got aboard, and they moved off rapidly for Nautical Hall, two miles distant. CHAPTER II. A TERRIFIC EXPLOSION. Nautical Hall was a large building of brick, stone, and wood situated at the top of a small hill. In front was a level parade ground, and to one side the grounds sloped down to the edge of a small bay, while at the other they were flanked by a heavy wood. The institution was owned and managed by Captain Hooper, an ex-army and -navy officer, who looked to the military drill of the boys and left the educational department to an able corps of assistants. With the assistants and the gallant captain himself we will become better acquainted as our tale proceeds. Mont soon became acquainted with nearly all of the one hundred and odd boys who attended Nautical Hall, and became the leader of a set composed of himself, Link Harmer, Barry Powell, another lively lad, Carl Barnaby, his old-time chum, Piggy Mumps, a fat youth, and Sam Schump, a German pupil, as good-natured as can possibly be imagined.