Coach talked to Dave Darrin steadily for ten minutes before the Navy eleven trotted out on to the field.

Stanford left Annapolis with small end of the score, in a six-to-two game, and the Navy was jubilant.
"Darrin has come back pretty close to his right form," was the general comment.
For that Saturday evening Dan Dalzell, being now "on privilege" again, asked and received leave to visit in town---this the more readily because his work on the team had prevented his going out of the Yard that afternoon.
Dave, too, requested and secured leave to go into town, though he stated frankly that he had no visit to make, and wanted only a stroll away from the Academy grounds.
Darrin went most of the way to the Prestons.
"Come right along through, and meet Miss Preston," urged Dan.
"If you ask it as a favor I will, old chap," Dave replied.
"No; I thought the favor would be to you." "So it would, ordinarily," Darrin replied gallantly.

"But to-night I just want to stroll by myself." "Ta-ta, then." The grin on Dan Dalzell's face as he turned away from his chum was broader than usual.

Dan was thinking that, this time, though his call must be a short one, he would be in no danger on his return.

He could report unconcernedly just before taps.
"No doughface need apply to-night," chuckled Dan.