Dan Steers on the Rocks Again
XXI. In the Thick of Disaster
XXII. The Search at the Bottom of the Bay
XXIII. Graduation Day---At Last
XXIV. Conclusion
CHAPTER I
WANTED---A DOUGHFACE!
"Now, then, Danny boy, we-----"
First Classman Dave Darrin, midshipman at the United States Naval
Academy, did not finish what he was about to say.
While speaking he had closed the door behind him and had stepped
into the quarters occupied jointly by himself and by Midshipman
Daniel Dalzell, also of the first or upper class.
"Danny boy isn't here. Visiting, probably," mused Dave Darrin,
after having glanced into the alcove bedroom at his right hand.
It was a Saturday night, early in October. The new academic year
at the Naval Academy was but a week old. There being no "hop"
that night the members of the brigade had their time to spend
as they pleased. Some of the young men would need the time sadly
to put in at their new studies. Dave, fortunately, did not feel
under any necessity to spend his leisure in grinding over text-books.
Dave glanced at his study desk, though he barely saw the pile of
text-books neatly piled up there.
"No letters to write tonight," he thought "I was going to loan
Danny boy one of my two new novels. No matter; if he'd rather visit
let him do so."
In the short interval of recreation that had followed the evening
meal Dave had missed his home chum and roommate, but had thought
nothing of it.
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