They were on their way to England.
Frank was happy.

Fortune had dealt him a heavy blow when he was compelled by poverty to leave dear old Yale, but he had faced the world bravely, and he had struggled like a man.

Hard work, long hours and poor pay had not daunted him.
At the very start he had shown that he possessed something more than ordinary ability, and while working on the railroad he had forced his way upward step by step till it seemed that he was in a fair way to reach the top of the ladder.
Then came disaster again.

He had lost his position on the railroad, and once more he was forced to face the world and begin over.
Some lads would have been discouraged.

Frank Merriwell was not.