Give us your flipper, my boy; I'm glad to see you an officer." And the brave fellow actually shed tears, as he shook Frank's hand.

"Now, when you are ordered to your ship," he continued, "I wish you would speak a word for me.

I am very well contented here, but I had much rather sail with you." Frank promised to do his best, and, after putting on his "shore togs," as Simpson called them, and giving the captain's order to the paymaster, he started off to report to the Admiral.
When he arrived on board the flag-ship, he was met by the officer of the deck, who inquired his business.
"I wish to see the Admiral, sir" answered Frank; "I am ordered to report to him." The officer immediately led the way aft, and showed Frank a marine standing at the door of the cabin, who took his name and disappeared.

In a moment he returned, and informed Frank that the Admiral was waiting to see him.
He entered the cabin, and handed his appointment to the Admiral, who, after reading it, said: "So, you are the young man that saved the Milwaukee, are you?
Take a chair, sir." In a few moments his orders to report, without delay, on board the Ticonderoga, were ready; and as the Admiral handed them to him, he said: "Now, young man, you will be on a ship where you will have a chance to distinguish yourself.

I shall expect to hear a good account of you." "I shall always endeavor to do my duty, sir," answered Frank; and he made his best bow and retired.
When he returned to the Milwaukee, his accounts had all been made out.
After the paymaster paid him up in full, Frank started for the nearest clothing-store, and when he came out, he was changed into a fine-looking officer.
He immediately directed his steps toward the naval wharf-boat, where he found a lively little fellow, who seemed full of business, superintending the loading of a vessel with provisions.