CHAPTER XXIII.
"BAGGED," AND NO MISTAKE "Plebes Flint and Austin are having a good many callers," remarked Dave Darrin, halting by the door of quarters before he and Dan entered.
"Sure! Aren't you wise ?" inquired Dan, with a wink.
"I think so," murmured Dave.

"The callers all seem to be third classmen." "Of course; they're putting the rookies through their paces." "Surest thing!" murmured Dalzell without excitement.
"But this is March.

Isn't it a rather late time in the year to be still hounding the poor new men ?" "I don't know," mused Dalzell.

"It may be that Mr.Flint and Mr.Austin are unusually touge." "Touge" is Annapolis slang for "fresh." It corresponds closely to the "b j" of West Point.
A sound as of protest came from behind a closed door at the further end of the deck.
"I hope our youngsters aren't going too far," Dave remarked, "youngster" being the accepted term for the third classmen, and the same as "yearling" at West Point.
"Well, it's none of our business," replied Dan, with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Study call will be along in fifteen minutes.