Take your dose like a man---if you have to." "D-Dave, I wonder if I couldn't have a real sickness?
Couldn't it be something so you'll have to jump up and help me to hospital?
Couldn't I have---a---a fit ?" "A midshipman subject to fits would be ordered before a medical board, and then dropped from the brigade," Dave replied thoughtfully.
"No; that wouldn't do." That meddling discipline officer was getting closer and closer.
Dave and Dan could hear him asking questions in each room that he visited.

And there are no "white lies" possible to a midshipman.
When questioned he must answer truthfully.

If the officers over him catch him in a lie they will bring him up before a court-martial, and his dismissal from the service will follow.

If the officers don't catch him in a lie, but his brother midshipmen do, they won't report him, but they'll ostracize him and force him to resign.
A youngster with the untruthful habit can find no happiness at the Naval Academy.
"He---he's in the next room now," whispered Dan across the few feet of space.
"Yes," returned Dave Darrin despairingly, "and I can't think of a single, blessed way of getting you out of the scrape." "Woof!" sputtered Midshipman Dan Dalzell, which was a brief way of saying, "Here he comes, now, for our door." Then a hand rested on the knob and the door swung open.

Lieutenant Adams, U.S.N., entered the room.
"Mr.Darrin, are you awake ?" boomed the discipline officer.
Dave stirred in bed, rolled over so that he could see the lieutenant, and then replied: "Yes, sir." "Rise, Mr.Darrin, and come to attention." Dave got out of bed, but purposely stumbled in doing so.