Go to your rooms, except Midshipmen Flint and Austin, who will remain." As soon as the upper classmen had departed, the commandant took Flint and Austin in hand, questioning them keenly and making notes of the more important answers.
Back in their own rooms, Midshipman Dan Dalzell was at first overwhelmed with horror.
"We're dished, Davy! We walk the plank! The super won't forgive a single man who is caught at the royal pastime of hazing! I'm going to write, now, for the money to get home with.

You know, in the last two affairs, the hazers have been dismissed from the Naval Academy." "Yes," Dave nodded.

"It looks black for us.

But keep a stiff tipper lip, Danny boy." "It's all my own miserable fault!" uttered Dalzell, clenching his fists, while tears tried to get into his eyes.

"You've got me to blame for this, Davy! It was all my doing.