XVII. An affair of sulks.
XVIII. The class meeting SITS as jury.
XIX. Dave stands on principle.
XX. "Don't be A fool, Darry!"
XXI. Midshipman Jetson has the floor.
XXII. The BIRTH of A gentleman.
XXIII. "RAGGED" And no mistake.
Dave Darrin's Third Year at Annapolis
WHY THE MIDSHIPMEN BALKED
"So Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton have been here?" demanded
Midshipman Dave Darrin.
That handsome young member of the brigade of midshipmen at the United States Naval
Academy at Annapolis was now in mufti, or cits,—meaning,
in other words, that he was out of his Naval uniform and attired in the
conventional clothing of a young American when calling on his sweetheart.
It will make the situation even clearer to the reader to explain that Dave
was back in the home town, on his September leave, after just having completed
his second summer practice cruise with the three upper classes from Annapolis.
Dave was now a fine looking and "husky" second classman. He
was just a shade more than half way through his course of instruction at Annapolis.
Being back in the home town, where would Midshipman Darrin be more naturally
found than in the parlor at the home of his sweetheart, Miss Belle Meade?
The first greetings had been exchanged fifteen minutes before.
Since that time the young people, being sweethearts as they were, had
naturally talked about themselves.
And Dave, who, in the Naval service, was fast learning to become a good
listener, had been content to have Belle do most of the talking, while he sat
back watching the motions of her pretty lips and catching glimpses of two rows
of pearly teeth.
But now Belle had just mentioned two of Dave's former High School chums.