CHAPTER III.
A TASTE OF HAZING "Good evening, gentlemen," nodded Dave pleasantly, as he rose and stood by the study table, waiting to hear the pleasure of his visitors.
Dan Dalzell favored his callers with a nod, but remained seated, both hands thrust deep in his pockets.
"Get up on your feet, mister!" ordered one of the midshipmen, so sternly that Dan obeyed like a shot.
"Excuse me," he began hastily.

"I didn't know you came here in an official capacity.

I thought--" "Silence, mister!" commanded another of the visitors.

Dan subsided.
"What's your name, mister ?" demanded the last speaker, as he favored Dave with his next glance.
"Why, my name is Dave Darrin," replied that plebe pleasantly.
"Say 'sir,' mister, when you address an upper class man.

When asked your name, reply, 'Darrin, sir.'" "Darrin, sir," replied Dave promptly.
"Stand at attention, both of you!" commanded another visitor.
Both plebes obeyed.