We passed, and haven't got that to go up against again." "We passed the home medical examiner, too," retorted Dave.

"In fact, you might say that we passed the sawbones with honors.
"But that medical chap put in a long time listening at my chest," complained Dan Dalzell, who was undeniably fidgeting in his seat.
"Then, too, the civil service sawbones told me that, while he passed me, as far as he was concerned, I'd have to stand the ordeal again before the Naval surgeons at Annapolis." "Well, he did just the same thing with me," rejoined Darrin.
"You just keep your eye on me, Dan! Do you see me shaking?
Do you hear my voice falter?
See me burning any blue lights?
"Perhaps, Dave, you don't take the whole business as much to heart as I do," continued Dan Dalzell almost tremulously.

"Why, Great Scott, if they drop me at the Naval Academy, I'll be the bluest fellow you ever saw! But maybe you won't care, Dave, whether you are dropped or not." "Won't I ?" grumbled Darrin.

"The Navy is the only thing in life that I care about!" "Then aren't you nervous, just now ?" demanded Dan.
"If I am, I'm not making a show of myself," retorted Darrin.
"But are you nervous ?" begged Dan.
"No!" roared Dave, and then he allowed a grin to creep over his face.
"Oh, go ahead and say so tonight," jeered Dan.

"Tomorrow, if you have the good luck to get sworn in, you'll have to quit fibbing and begin practicing at telling the truth.