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As they watched during the amazingly few seconds a yell of delight went up from them. This was sprinting! "Did you all find time to observe?" smiled coach, as he came loping in from second base. "We all watched you," laughed Dick. "But the time was short." "You see the true principle of the sprint?" "Yes; but it would take any of us years to get the sprint down that fine," protested Darrin.
"Well, sir!" demanded the visitor. "Mr. Jetson, both times that you have played against Darrin something has happened to him." "Don't insinuate, Mr. Dalzell. If you anything to say, speak out plainly, sir." "I hardly know what to say," Midshipman Dan confessed. "As a midshipman, your honor should be above question." "Do you wish to remark that it isn't?" "Why, I don't know," Dan answered frankly.
"Have you ever seen any Indians?" asked Midshipman Darrin, looking at his sweetheart rather quizzically. "Oh, haven't I?" laughed Belle Meade, her eyes sparkling. "We had Indians here the early part of this summer. There was a medicine show here, with Indians and cowboys, and that sort of thing. One day the Indians and cowboys got intoxicated and they went through Main Street like a tornado.
"You've gotten yourself in badly, Dave," Dan remarked at last. "The fellows don't even think it worth while to come here and remonstrate with you." "For which I'm thankful," Darrin smiled. "Danny boy, I'm going to bed without waiting for taps." By morning the news of Dave's action at the class meeting was known throughout the brigade.
"Tell that to the marines," quoth Darrin contemptuously. "It was through following on your trail, Drayne, that I discovered the whole trick, and also knew just where to take the police to find you." An hour later Chief Simmons was well satisfied that he had laid the burglar scare in Gridley. Not that the new chief had had so very much to do with the result, either.
"I'm afraid we won't catch up with him again to-day," sighed Dick. "The folks who are trying to catch Amos Garwood are foolish in sending detectives to look for him," muttered Dave. "They ought to hire professional sprinters." Away at their rear sounded a fainter whoop. "Answer the fellows, Dave," urged Prescott. "I will -when I get some wind," muttered Darrin.
"I wish I were at the wheel of the boat for about three minutes," muttered Darrin hoarsely. At that moment Laura and Belle both screamed, while Dan Dalzell shouted: "There she goes for sure, this time!" A bigger wave than usual had half filled the launch and caused it to careen. Before the little craft could right itself a second and a third wave, rolling along, had completed the work.
All right; then I'll go back and tell the North Grammar fellows that Central funks. "There's a way that we can arrange it, I think," put in Dave Darrin, who had been listening intently. "Dick, why can't we get Old Dut to authorize us to represent Central Grammar within a day or two after graduation?
If I were referee in a regular game, I would penalize the team and order the player from the field." "Mr. Jetson " began the coach, but, swift as a flash Dave Darrin interposed, though respectfully, saluting at the same time. "Will you pardon me, sir. Mr. Jetson has given me his word that he did not intend a foul trip. I accept his word without reservation." "Very good, then," nodded coach.
"To Farley's room," answered Dave Darrin coolly. "Do you suppose he's there?" "He was, a few moments ago" Dan answered. "Then let us hope he is now." Carrying himself with his most erect and military air, Darrin stepped down the corridor, Dalzell keeping exactly at his side. The chums arrived before the door of the room in which Farley was lodged.
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