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Miss Rennie, who had heard when in shire, a somewhat exaggerated account of young Dalzell's attachment to Miss Melville, was very much disgusted with his conduct, and though his attentions to Laura Wilson amused her very much, she had a grudge at him for their mercenary motives. Laura was evidently captivated at first sight; she could speak of nobody but Mr. Dalzell, and Mr.
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."
Prescott looked uneasy. "Why, Dick, my boy, if Dalzell's parents don't want him to go camping it would look very strange in me to call on them and urge them to exchange their own good judgment for mine. It would look like an impertinence on my part. Dan's father and mother are the very best judges as to whether he should be allowed to go away several days camping.
How very poor and hollow they appeared now! Elsie thought Miss Wilson would just suit him. She was rich enough to make him overlook her defects of understanding and temper, and what was even harder to manage, her very ordinary face and figure. There was an easy solution of Mr. Dalzell's cultivating the acquaintance of the Rennies in this wished-for introduction to the wealthy ward. Mr.
Keep to things you understand better -such as football." Dan Dalzell's eyes shot fire. He was certain, now, that his chum was poking fun at him, and this, in his present temper, Dan could not quite endure. "So, since we've dropped the subject of girls," Dave continued placidly, "what do you think are our real chances for the balance of this season?"
"But the harm that has been done is due to Dan's own blindness. He should learn to read ordinary signs as he runs." No wonder Dan Dalzell's face had gone gray and ashy. For the time being he was feeling keenly. He had been so sure of "Miss" Henshaw's being a splendid woman -as, indeed, she was -that he decided on this, their third meeting, to try his luck with a sailor's impetuous wooing.
Before he realized that the thing was happening Darrin felt the waters close over his head. Both midshipmen were going down. Nor, in the first moments, did any of the other midshipmen note the tragic happening. It was not long, however, before Dan Dalzell's agonized query shot over the waters: "Where's grand old Darrin?" Dan groaned with his helplessness.
At last, however, Dan straightened, stiffened, and there was a quick flash in his eyes. He saw his chance, and now he jumped in at it. His feint reached for Quimby's solar plexus, but the real blow, from Dalzell's right hand, hammered in, all but closing Quimby's other eye. Smack!
Dalzell's appointment, on the other hand, came from one of the two United States Senators from that state. And here Dave and Dan were, on a trolley car from Odenton, rapidly nearing Annapolis. At the forward end of the car was a small compartment set apart for the use of smokers Dave and Dan did not smoke; they had take seats in this compartment because they wished to be alone.
"At least, if he was, he failed to see any of us. Let's walk down to his house and see if anything is wrong with him." Dick agreeing, the two chums turned down a dark side street on their way to Dalzell's.
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