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"Don't you know how to wipe a grin off your face?" "I'm not sure, sir," Dan admitted. "Mister, you are wholly touge! I'm not sure but that you're a ratey plebe as well." Thereupon Youngster Quimby plunged into a scathing lecture on the subject of a plebe being either touge or ratey. At first Dan listened with a becoming air of respect.
"These fourth classmen seemed unwontedly popular to-night," insinuated Dan. "They've been most uncommonly touge all through the year, sir," replied Eaton, tacking on the "sir" in order to impress Midshipmen Flint and Austin with the tremendous dignity or all upper classmen. "What form does their tougeness take?" Dan wanted to know.
Ferris looked at Quimby's seconds. They shook their head. "I award the fight to Mister Dalzell," declared Midshipman Ferris. "Oh, give it to Mr. Quimby, if you don't mind, sir," begged Dan. "He got the game, and might as well have the name along with it." "Mister, don't be touge all the time," cried Mr. Ferris sharply. "I don't mean to be, sir," replied Dan quite meekly.
The new man who honestly tries to be neither "touge" nor "ratey," and who has a sensible resolve to submit to tradition, is sometimes termed "almost sea-going." Dave Darrin was promptly recognized as being "almost sea-going." He would need but little running. Dan Dalzell, on the other hand, was soon listed as being "touge," though not "ratey."
"And for being a bit worse than touge?" "Ratey." "Which did they call you?" demanded Belle. Dave started, then sat up straight, staring at Miss Meade. "I see that your tongue hasn't lost its old incisiveness," he laughed. "Not among my friends," Belle replied lightly. "But I can't get my mind off that uniform of yours that you didn't bring home.
"No, sir," replied Darrin promptly. "Do you, mister?" turning to Dalzell. "No, sir." "Are you both a bit touge?" asked the youngster questioner. "I hope not, sir," replied Dave. "Do you feel that way, mister?" looking at Dan. "What way, sir?" "Do you feel inclined to be touge, mister?" "I'm willing to be anything that's agreeable, and not too much work, sir," replied Dan, grinning.
"If you choose to consider it in that light, sir." "Mister, you are touge, ratey, impudent and worthless!" declared Henley hotly. "Then I infer, sir, that you do not wish to waste any more time upon me?" "Oh, you will not get off as easily as that," sneered Midshipman Henley. "You are a good-sized fellow, and you have some fourth class reputation as a fighter.
Don't let us interfere with you, Mr. Eaton." "By no means," murmured Dave Darrin, smiling. "We don't wish to intrude." "But wait just one moment gentlemen," begged Eaton. "We want you to see for yourselves how effectively we are smoothing the touge creases out of these baby midshipmen." During the discussion Flint and Austin had been standing at one side of the room, looking decidedly sheepish.
"Old fellow," replied Dalzell quizzically, "I expect to get into two or three more fights. I don't mean to be touge, but I do intend to let it be seen that I look upon it as a lark to be called out. Then, if I win the next two or three fights also, I won't be bothered any after that. This is my own scheme for joining the peace society before long."
"He's touge all the way through. He'll need trimming." "And he'll get it, too," wrathfully promised Midshipman Quimby, who was rated high as a fighter at the Naval Academy. "Now, then, mister, keep your eyes on my humorous face!" It was the next evening, over behind the old government hospital. Midshipman Quimby had just stepped forward, from the hands of his seconds, two men of the third class.
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