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Updated: June 13, 2025
He is the son of my oldest friend, a man that was better than a brother to me the whitest, straightest But there's no words to say what he was. Only, the son of such a man anybody with Billy Dalzell's blood in him ought to be if he isn't " "He is!" sang Deb, in her rich, ringing voice. "Oh, please, don't say any more, father!"
As has been intimated, Harry Hazelton's and Dan Dalzell's parents had grown nervous about the canoeing sport, and had urged their sons not to enter the craft again. As Dick & Co. had always been companions in all forms of sport, the other four chums had promptly decided to sell the canoe, if possible, and to devote the proceeds to going off in the "real woods" to camp.
But at some other time I shall air my opinion of you, young man, as freely as I please." Lieutenant Cantor bit his lips, then gave the order to proceed to the appointed rendezvous. As Cantor's launch neared Dalzell's steamer, the lieutenant ordered a rocket sent up. From away over on the horizon an answering rocket was seen. Forty minutes later the "Long Island" lay to close by.
Trotter's gaze was fixed on Dan Dalzell's face almost accusingly. "How the " began startled Dan gruffly. Then, instantly realizing that he was making a mistake, he broke in hastily: "Beg your pardon, sir, but I don't understand how to get at the telephone number." "You try, mister," ordered Midshipman Trotter, turning to the plebe next to Dalzell. "I can't solve the problem, sir."
The vibrated motion must have been imparted downward, for soon Dan Dalzell's head came above water. "Everyone all right?" called Dan, as soon as he had gulped in a mouthful of air. "O.K." nodded Wolgast. "Come alongside and let me haul you in." "You let me alone," muttered Dalzell, coming alongside and grasping the rail. "Do you think a short cold bath makes me too weak to attend to myself?"
Heading the line on Darrin's side of the street, Trent dashed around the corner, leading his sailormen at a run. Dalzell's men rushed into the fray at the same moment, Dave amid Dan, as ordered, bringing up the rear of the two files. On the instant that the two lines of charging, cheering sailormen came into sight, the Mexicans on the roof-top redoubled their fire.
"My husband!" Then it was that Midshipman Dalzell's face had gone so suddenly gray. He fairly gasped and felt as though he were choking. "Mr. Dalzell," spoke Mrs. Henshaw, earnestly, "let us both forget that you ever spoke such unfortunate words. Let us forget it all, and let it pass as though nothing had happened at all.
"And to think, Darry, that you can never play on the Navy eleven again!" groaned a second classman. "You'll have some one else in my place," laughed Dave. "The Navy never before had a football player like you, and we'll never have one again," insisted the same man. "Dalzell's kind come once in about every five years, but your kind, Darry, never come back -in the Navy!"
Having just wronged all girls in his own estimation of them, Dan was now proceeding to do his own closest chum an injustice. For Dave Darrin was too thorough a gentleman to laugh over any unfortunate's discomfiture. "What a lucky escape I had from getting better acquainted with that girl!" was Dalzell's next thought.
He would be dreadfully easy to manage!" The four young people looking for the Atterlys had unavoidably heard every word. They halted, Dan violently red in the face. Then Laura, with quick tact, wheeled about and led the way back to the ball room floor. "Better luck next time, Dan," whispered Belle, gripping Dalzell's arm.
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