Dave knows just
how to comfort and cheer a fellow who has that glum bug in his
head of cabbage. Come right along!"
Dan almost forced Farley to the door of the room, opened it and
shoved the modest midshipman inside.
"Darry," Dan called joyously, "here's a case for your best talents.
Farley has a pet bee in his bonnet that he isn't fit to be a
Naval officer. He doesn't know enough. So he's going to resign.
I've told him you'll know just how to handle his case. Go after
him, now!"
Midshipman Dalzell pulled the door shut, chuckling softly to himself,
and marched back to the library. It was just before the call
for supper formation when Dan returned from "boning" in the library.
"Did you brace Farl up, Davy?" demanded Dan.
"You grinning idiot!" laughed Darrin. "What on earth made you bring
him to me?"
"Because I thought you needed each other."
"Well, perhaps we did," laughed Midshipman Darrin. "At any rate
I've been hammering at Farl all the time that he wasn't hammering
at me. I certainly feel better, and I hope that he does."
"You both needed the same thing," declared Dan, grinning even
more broadly as he picked up his hair brushes.
"What did we need?"
"You've both been studying so hard that your brain cells are clogged."
"But what did Farley and I both need?" insisted Midshipman Darrin.
"Mental exercise---brain-sparring," rejoined Dalzell. "You both
needed something that could take you out of the horrible daily
grooves that you've been sailing in lately.
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