The midshipmen were being marched in to dinner.
Hardly a word did Dalzell speak as he ate.

As for Dave Darrin, he was too happy over his chum's respite to want to talk.
Yet, when they strolled together in the open air during the brief recreation period following the meal, Dalzell suddenly asked: "Dave when do you fight with Treadwell ?" "To-night, I hope," replied Darrin.
"Oh, then I must get busy!" "Why ?" "Why, I'm to represent you, Darry.

Who are Treadwell's--" "Danny boy, don't make a fuss about it," replied Dave quietly, "but just for this once you are not to be my second." "Why--" "Danny boy, you have just gotten by the Board by a hair's breadth.

What kind of an act of gratitude would it be for you to make your first act a breach of discipline?
For a fight, though often necessary here, is in defiance of the regulations." "But Dave, I've never been out of your fights!" "You will be this time, Danny.

Don't worry about it, either.