While Dan and Dave stripped and rubbed down, Len got out of them the whole account of what they had been through.
Reporter Spencer had already talked with Belle and Laura.

A man in an auto had already started for the homes of the two midshipmen, to obtain changes of clothing for them.
"Now, Len," begged Dave, "don't spread on a lot of taffy.

Don't smother us under the hero racket." "But it was an heroic thing," Len argued.

"And, besides, it was done with great skill, of the kind that you've gained at the Naval Academy.

It makes a corking, elegant story about two of our brightest Gridley lads." "But, Len, do you realize that the fellows at the Naval Academy will make us read aloud to them this yarn you're proposing to write about us--that is, if they happen to hear about it ?" "And then, after we've read the yarn straight, they'll make us sing it all to some blamed old tune or another," groaned Dalzell.
"Well, I can't help it," sighed good-natured Len.