seven
in the morning
It is not to be wondered at if the minds of all were in a bit of a whirl as they made for their berths in a sleeping-car . `` After all , '' muttered Jack , to himself , as he undressed in his berth , `` it 's strange how some fellows get the cream of things . Here we get the trip to Washington , while Lieutenant Ridder will have only the fun of going out to the cliff above Cobtown to-morrow to have a look at what is left of Millard 's mine . '' Their train brought the submarine boys into Washington just before seven in the morning . There was time for a good breakfast . Then , being strangers at the national capital , the youngsters engaged a cab to take them to the imposing building that shelters the State , War and Navy Departments . Jack Benson sent in his card .