"
"I have been afraid of that for the last two or three minutes,"
exclaimed Dave Darrin, his uneasiness now showing very plainly.
"Dan didn't say a word to me about going anywhere, but-----"
"You think, leave being impossible, Danny has Frenched it over
the wall?" demanded Farley.
"That's just what I'm afraid of," returned Dave.
"But why-----"
"I don't know any reason."
"Then-----"
"Farl", broke in Dave hurriedly, almost fiercely, "has anyone a
doughface?"
"Yes."
"Who has it?"
"I don't know."
"Find it---on the jump!"
"But-----"
"There's no time for 'buts,'" retorted Darrin, pushing Farley
toward the door. "Find it!"
"And I-----" added Page, springing toward the door.
"You'll stay here," ordered Dave.
Darrin was already headed toward his friend's alcove, where Dalzell's
cot lay. Page followed.
"The dummy," explained Darrin briefly.
Every midshipman at Annapolis, doubtless, is familiar with the
dummy. Not so many, probably, are familiar with the doughface,
which, at the time this is written, was a new importation.
Swiftly Dave and Page worked. First they turned down the clothing,
after having hurriedly made up the cot. Now, from among the garments
hanging on the wall nearby the two midshipmen took down the garments
that normally lay under others. With these they rigged up a figure
not unlike that of a human being. At least, it looked so after
the bed clothes had been drawn up in place.
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