He made a three-one, while Dalzell scored a two-eight.
Then this section, one of many, marched back.
As Dave and Dan swung down the corridor, and into their own room, they halted, just inside the door, and came quickly to attention.
Lieutenant Hall, the officer in charge for the day, stood there, and with him the midshipman who served as assistant cadet officer of the day.
"Mr.Darrin," spoke Lieutenant Hall severely, "here is your dress jacket on the floor, and with dust ground into it." "Yes, sir," replied Dave, saluting.

"But I left it on its proper hook--I am sure of that." Up came Dan's hand in quick salute.
"May I speak, sir ?" "Yes, Mr.Dalzell," replied the officer in charge.
"I remember seeing Mr.Darrin's coat hanging properly on its hook, sir, just before we marched off to math.

recitation." "Did you leave the room, Mr.Dalzell, after Mr.Darrin, or even with him ?" questioned Lieutenant Hall.
"No-o, sir.

I stepped out just ahead of Mr.Darrin." "That is all, then, Mr.Dalzell.

Mr.Darrin, there is a pair of your shoes.