While he was so occupied knock sounded at the door; then the cadet officer of the day stepped in: "I see you are ready to go, Mr.Henkel," announced the cadet officer.
"The published order was to the effect that you leave the Naval Academy immediately.

The officer in charge has sent me to see that you comply with the order at once." "Oh, well," muttered Henkel bitterly.

He turned, holding out his hand to his late roommate.
"Goodby, Brimmer; good luck!" "The same to you," replied Brimmer, as their hands met.

That was all that was said with the cadet officer of the day looking on, but both of the late roommates understood the compact of dishonor that lay between them concerning Dave Darrin's coming fate.
With his derby hat pulled low over his eyes and gripping his suit case, Henkel slunk through the corridors of Bancroft Hall.

Now he faced the hardest ordeal of all in going out through the entrance of the great white building, beyond which stood many groups of midshipmen.
Now these young men of the Navy caught sight of Henkel.