Dalzell will go with you, if he cares to, for he already knows all that I have to say on the subject." "You've had your nose stuck down deep in the grease-pot ever since you struck Annapolis!" cried Farley angrily.

"I hope you bilge, Darrin; with all my heart I hope you bilge soon.

We don't need a mollycoddle like you here in the Naval Academy!" "Isn't that about all you want to say ?" demanded Dave, looking up with a frown.
"No; it's not half what I have to say," cried Farley hotly.

"Darrin, your kind of fellow is a disgrace to the Naval service! You're a sneak--that's what--" "You may stop, right there!" frowned Darrin, rising from his chair.
"I'll stop when I'm proper ready!" retorted Farley hotly.
"If you don't stop right now, you'll finish while engaged in landing on your ear in the hall outside!" warned Dave, stepping forward.
There was a new look in Darrin's usually patient eyes.

It was a look Farley hadn't seen there before, and it warned the hot-headed midshipman that he was in danger of going too far.
"Oh, fudge on you, Darrin!" jeered Farley, turning on his heel.
"Going to be with us, Dalzell?
"No," replied Dan promptly.