CHAPTER VII.
DAN'S EYES JOLT HIS WITS Dan Dalzell, on the point of stepping out of Bancroft Hall, wheeled like a flash, and bounded back against Farley, Jetson and Page.
"Don't look!" whispered Dan hoarsely.

"Duck!" "What on earth is the matter ?" demanded Midshipman Darrin, eyeing his chum sharply.
"I---I don't know what it is," muttered Dan, after he had backed his friends some feet from the entrance.
"What does it look like ?" asked Farley.
"Something like a messenger boy," returned Dan.
"Surely, you're not afraid of a messenger boy with a telegram," laughed Darrin.

"Little chance that the message is for you, at any rate." "But---it's got a Naval uniform on, I tell you," warned Dan.
"No; you hadn't told us.

What is it---another midshipman ?" "Not by a jugful!" Dan sputtered.

"It's wearing an officer's uniform." "Then undoubtedly you chanced to glance at an officer of the Navy," Darrin replied, sarcastically soothing.