Jetson, I know there's gold in you, and I want to see it brought to the surface.

I want your friendship because--well, it may be a selfish reason, but I think it's worth having." "That's a funny notion to take," laughed Midshipman Jetson uneasily.
"I have never been conceited enough to fancy that my friendship was worth having." "Let yourself out and be natural, man!" "How ?" Then indeed did Dave Darrin plunge into his subject.

There was a lot to be said, but Dave said it briefly, tersely, candidly.

Jetson listened with a flushing face, it is true, but at last he stopped and held out his hand.
"Will you take it, Darrin ?" "With all my heart!" There was chance for but little more talk, as now the slowly moving midshipmen were close to the entrance to Bancroft Hall.
"You'll be at the class meeting this evening, won't you ?" asked Dave Darrin.
"You may be very sure that I shall!" Then they entered the lobby of Bancroft Hall, parting and going their different ways.
In Darrin's eyes there was a strange flash as he turned down the "deck" on which he lived.

But Dan, still absorbed in study, did not pay especial heed to his roommate.
Immediately after supper in the mess-hall, Dalzell caught his chum's arm.
"Let's get in early at the meeting, David, little giant.