He even clenched his fists.
Then, with a sudden rush of good sense to the head, he bent over to carry out the order that he had received.
It was not as easy a feat as might be supposed, even for a rather well trained and hardened athlete like Dan Dalzell.
He got his head into the bowl all right, and rested his hands on the floor on either side of the bowl.

It was when he tried to throw his feet up against the wall that he came to grief.
His feet slid along the wall and came down to the floor again.
Dan fell out of the bowl with a good deal of splash.
"If, at first, you don't succeed, mister," began Midshipman Trotter, who had constituted himself chief of the tormentors, "try, try some more." "I'll make it, sir," responded Dan cheerily, and his very manner, now, inclined his tormentors to go a little more lightly with him.
At the third trial, with his eyes closed, just below the level of the water, Dalzell succeeded in standing very solidly on his head.
The upper class men, who were all third class men, or "youngsters" as they are unofficially termed, watched the performance with interest.
"Rather well done, for a beginner," commented Midshipman Trotter.
"As you were, mister." Dan, unfortunately, tried to be a bit "smart." He made a half somersault forward, trying to spring up on his feet.

He fell back, however, and sat down squarely in what was left of the water.
"Never mind a little wet, mister," advised Midshipman Trotter, with a very serious face.

"We always rate a man as highly awkward, however, if he breaks the washbowl." "Which one of you is the better athlete ?" suddenly asked Midshipman Harris.
Neither chum intended to be caught, by this crowd, as wanting in modesty.
"He is, sir," replied Dan, with great promptness, nodding toward Darrin.
"Dalzell is, sir," contended Dave.
"In view of this conflicting testimony, we shall have to settle the question by actual test," replied Mr.Trotter.

"Mister," to Dan, "bale out your boat." From the nod which accompanied this command Dalzell understood that he was to empty the water from his wash basin so he promptly obeyed.
"Mister," to Darrin, "launch your boat on this water here." Plainly the "water" signified the floor.