"From now on I hope we shall trust each other and be friends always." Farley had been a good deal spoiled at home, and had a hasty, impetuous temper.

His career at Annapolis, however, was doing much to make a man of him in short time.
Several of the other midshipmen spoke, expressing their pleasure that the whole thing was cleared up, and that Dave had proved to be above suspicion.
"And now I'm off to find the other fellows who were with me that night," continued Farley.

"I've told Page, already, but I've got to find Scully and Oates, Henkel and Brimmer and put them straight also." Five minutes later Farley was explaining to Midshipman Henkel.
"Well, you are the softy!" said Henkel, in a sneering tone.
"Why ?" demanded Farley stiffly.
"To fall for a frame-up like that." "Do you mean that my cousin lied to me ?" "No; but Grierson certainly did." "Old man Grierson is no liar," retorted Farley.

"He is one of most trusted employes in the yard.

He has caught many a midshipman, but Grierson is such a square old brick that the midshipmen of two generations love him." "You're too easy for this rough world," jeered Midshipman Henkel.
"Perhaps I am," retorted Farley.