That may
help some."
"Yes; it will---not!"
Dan Dalzell passed into the outer room of the officer in charge,
picked up a blank and filled it out with the report against himself.
Dave was waiting outside as Dan came out from the disagreeable
duty of reporting himself.
"Hang the girls!" Dalzell muttered again disgustedly.
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. "Brace up, Dan."
"But he's only a kid!" remonstrated Dan. "And he wear a lieutenant's
insignia!"
"Bosh! Some officers are quite boyish-looking," remarked Farley.
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