"Give it over to me and I'll take care of it," Farley replied.
"Say, did you hear a tungsten bulb blow up in the night!"
"Did It" echoed Darrin devoutly. Then a sudden suspicion crossed
his mind.
"Say, how did that happen, Farl?" demanded Dave.
"If anyone should ask you-----" began the other midshipman.
"Yes-----?" pressed Darrin.
"Tell 'em---that you don't know," finished Farley tantalizingly,
and vanished.
It was not until long after that Darrin found out the explanation
of the accident to the tungsten bulb. Farley, during Dan's absence,
had been almost as much disturbed as had Dave. So Mr. Farley
was wide awake. When he heard Lieutenant Adams receive the message
in the corridor Farley began to wonder what he could do. Presently
he was made to rise, with Page, stand at attention, and answer
the questions of the discipline officer.
Soon after Dave and Dan were called up, Farley, listening with
his door ajar half an inch, slipped out and hit the tungsten
burner a smart rap just in the nick of time to save Dan Dalzell's
Navy uniform to that young man.
CHAPTER III
BAD NEWS FROM WEST POINT
Bump! The ball, hit squarely by the toe of Wolgast's football
shoe, soared upward from the twenty-five-yard line. It described
an arc, flying neatly over and between the goal-posts at one end
of the athletic field.
"That's the third one for you, Wolly," murmured Jetson. "You're
going to be a star kicker!"
"Shall I try out the rest of the squad, sir?" asked Wolgast, turning
to Lieutenant-Commander Parker, this year's new coach.
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