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I'll take you out with me after black bass, Danny, if we can get hold of a boat one of these days." "Who'll do the rowing?" asked Dalzell suspiciously. "Naturally you will," was Reade's answer. "Can't we find a boat somewhere about here?" asked Hazelton eagerly. "I haven't seen one on any part of the lake that is visible from here," Prescott put in.
"Come on, Danny boy," called Dave, starting, and Dalzell followed readily enough. They entered the office of the O. C., saluted and stated their case. "It is, of course, a somewhat unusual request to grant for the evening," replied Lieutenant-Commander Denham.
Perhaps Midshipman Dalzell did not make all the speed that his roommate desired, but at last Dan was safely rid of his uniform, underclothing and shoes, and stood arrayed in pajamas. "Now, I'll hide this doughface over night," whispered Darrin, going toward Dalzell's bed. "At the same time you get the articles of your equipment out from under your bed clothes and hang them up where they belong."
Monmouth, strange as it may seem, cannot protect you Dalzell will not I both can and will; and I have promised to Evandale to do so if you will give me an opportunity." "I should owe Lord Evandale my thanks," answered Morton, coldly, "did not his scheme imply an opinion that I might be prevailed on to desert those with whom I am engaged.
He was still trying when the call of time sounded. "You didn't half go in after him, Dan," murmured Dave, as the latter and Rollins quickly toweled their man in the corner. "If I had, I might have gotten more of him than I wanted," muttered Dalzell. "Why don't you mix it up faster?" queried Rollins. "Because," proclaimed Midshipman Dan, "I don't want to fight or get hurt.
On the other hand, we are faced with the fact that we must accept the statements made by Mr. Darrin, Mr. Dalzell, Mr. Fenwick and others. We are on the horns of a dilemma, though I doubt not that we shall find a way out of it." "There appears, sir, to be only the statement of one midshipman against the word of eight midshipmen," suggested the commandant.
"He is showing as plainly as possible that he doesn't like this crowd." "Most likely it's Hen he objects to," murmured Dalzell, with a grin. "But I'll tell you what I think Tit-bit wants. He's warm, fed and feels as strong as ever. What he wants, now, is to hit up a pace for Gridley and get back into the cote with his mates." "How long would it take him to get there?" wondered Tom.
These two young misters are the tougest lot we've had to deal with. In fact, sir, they're ratey!" "Still," rejoined Dan Dalzell, "I think you are keeping it up pretty late in the year, even if they are ratey." A midshipman who is "ratey," as has been explained in an earlier volume, is a much greater offender than a midshipman who is merely touge.
"Let 'em increase their old garrison," smiled Dalzell, contemptuously. "The first landing parties from our fleet would drive out any kind of a Mexican garrison that Huerta could put in that town." "Exactly," nodded Dave, "and then the Mexicans would naturally fall back." "We can chase 'em," asserted Ensign Dalzell.
Here Captain Paton behaved with great courage and gallantry. Dalzell, knowing him in the former wars, advanced upon him himself, thinking to take him prisoner. Upon his approach, each presented his pistol.
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