"You"re quite right, Willow. No; I certainly don"t want to be a spoilsport, and I"m glad I wasn"t there--in my official capacity. But I"d like to have been divested of my rank for just an hour so that I could have taken in such a scene as that."
"I"m--I"m just a bit astonished at your saying it, Stearns," rejoined Lieutenant Willow. "But then, you"re always joking."
"Perhaps I am joking," a.s.sented the officer in charge dryly, "but I never lose sight of the fact that our Navy has been built up, at huge expense, as a great fighting machine. Now, Willow, it takes fighting men to run a fighting machine. Of course, I"m terribly shocked to know that two midshipmen really had the grit to fight--but who were they! Mind you, I"m not asking you in an official way. This question is purely personal--just between ourselves. Who were the men? And, especially, who was the fellow who lost the decision, and then had the utter effrontery to demand a second chance at once, only to win the second fight?"
"Darrin was the man who lost the first fight and won the second,"
replied Lieutenant Willow.
"Mr. Darrin? One of our youngsters? Yes; I think I know him. And what man of his cla.s.s did he whip, the second time he tried!"
"It wasn"t a man of his own cla.s.s. It was Mr. Treadwell, of the first cla.s.s," rejoined Lieutenant Willow.
"What?" almost exploded the officer in charge. "Did you say that Mr.
Darrin fought with Mr. Treadwell, that husky top cla.s.sman, and, losing the decision on the count, insisted on fighting again the same evening?
Oh, say, what a fellow misses by being cooped up in an office like this!"
"But--but the breach of regulations!" stammered the duty-mad lieutenant.
"My dear fellow, neither you nor I know anything about this fight--officially. The Navy, after all, is a fighting machine. Do you feel that the Navy can afford to lose a fighting man like that youngster?"
So Lieutenant Willow left Lieutenant-Commander Stearns" presence, not quite convinced he was performing his whole duty, but glad to bow to the decision of a ranking officer.
Two days later Dave and Dan were surprised at being halted by Lieutenant-Commander Stearns.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Darrin," came the pleasant greeting. "Good afternoon, Mr. Dalzell. Mrs. Stearns and I would be greatly pleased if you could take dinner with us. Couldn"t you come next Sunday?"
The two midshipmen were astonished and delighted at this invitation.
While it was not uncommon for officers to invite midshipmen to their homes, where there were so many midshipmen, it was as a rule only the young men who made themselves prominent socially who captured these coveted invitations. Darrin and Dalzell concealed their surprise, but expressed their pleasure in accepting the gracious invitation.
On entering Mrs. Stearns" drawing room the next Sunday Mr. Darrin and Mr. Dalzell were introduced to two pretty girls. Miss Flora Gentle was a cousin of their hostess. She had visited Annapolis before, and, being pretty and vivacious, at the same time kind and considerate, she had many friends among the midshipmen. Marian Stevens, who had accompanied her on this visit, was a direct contrast. Flora was blonde. Marian was the dark, flashing type. She was spoiled and imperious, yet she had a dashing, open way about her that made her a favorite among young people.
The two girls had heard of the double fight. Marian, therefore, was pleased when she found that Dave was to be her dinner partner.
"He"s handsome," thought the girl, "and he"s brave and dashing. He"ll make his mark in the Navy. He doesn"t know it yet, but he"ll become mine, and mine alone."
Miss Stevens was a calculating young person, and had already decided that Navy life was the life for her and that she would marry into it. At seventeen, she looked upon the officers as old men, even the youngest of them, so was giving her time and her smiles to the midshipmen. That the Navy pay is small did not trouble Maid Marian, as she liked to be called, as on her twenty-first birthday she would come into a considerable fortune of her own.
She exerted herself all through the Stearns" dinner to captivate Dave Darrin. He, without diminution of love and loyalty to Belle Mead, was glad to be on friendly terms with this dashing and sprightly girl.
Coffee was served in the drawing room. Several officers dropped in.
Marian, who wished no one to come between her and Dave for a while, turned to her host.
"Mr. Stearns, do the regulations make it improper for Flora and me to ask Mr. Darrin and Mr. Dalzell to take us for a stroll about the yard?"
she asked with a pretty air of deference. The "yard" includes all the grounds belonging to the Naval Academy.
"They do not, Miss Marian," was the smiling response.
"With our hostess"s approval we shall be charmed to grant any request the young ladies make," ventured Dave, as Marian smiled into his eyes.
But Marian, the wily and experienced, found herself baffled during this walk. Using all her cajoleries, she could bring him to a certain point beyond which he would not go. As a matter of fact, Dave Darrin, secure in his loyalty to Belle, did not perceive what Maid Marian was striving to lead up to, but saw in her only a lively and interesting girl.
"I"ll get you yet, Midshipman Darrin," she vowed to herself after they had parted.
The gossip of a sweetheart in his home town which in time reached her ears only made the girl more determined to get her way. Looking in the mirror with satisfaction, she murmured:
"There"ll be the added zest of making Midshipman Darrin forget the distant face of that home girl."
Not on that visit did Maid Marian succeed in leading Dave beyond the point of simple but sincere friendship. However, Miss Stevens could be charming to whomsoever she wished, and before she left Annapolis she had secured invitations to visit the wife of more than one of the officers.
CHAPTER XX
CONCLUSION
Christmas came and went, and soon after this the semi-annual examinations were on in earnest. Some of the midshipmen failed and sadly turned their faces homeward to make a place for themselves in some other lane of life. Dan Dalzell, however, made good his promise, and by a better margin than he had dared hope. Dave came through the examination somewhat better than his chum. Both felt a.s.sured now that they would round out the year with fair credit to themselves.
Marian Stevens came to Annapolis several times during the latter half of the year, and as it is expected that the future officer shall have social as well as Naval training, Dave Darrin met her often.
Exasperation that she could draw the young midshipman on only so far soon changed in Miss Stevens to anger and chagrin. Still Dave, giving prolonged thought to no girl except Belle Meade, saw in her only a lively companion. Sometimes he was her dinner partner. Always at a dance he danced with her more than once.
It was at one such dance that she looked up as they circled the room to say:
"I wonder if you know, Mr. Darrin, how much I enjoy dancing with you."
"Not as much as I enjoy dancing with you," he replied smilingly. Just then the music stopped suddenly and an officer called in a voice that carried over the great floor of the gymnasium and over all the chatter:
"Ladies and gentlemen, one moment"s attention, please!"
In an instant all was still.
"Ladies and gentlemen," continued the officer, "official permission has been granted for taking a flashlight photograph of the scene to-night.
Will everybody please remain where he is until after the exposure has been made?"
Dave and Marian had paused directly in front of the lens of the camera.
Maid Marian looked up and made a light, jesting remark, gazing straight into the midshipman"s eyes. Dave, smiling, bent forward to hear what she said.
Just then came the flash, and the photographer, his work finished for the time, gathered his paraphernalia together and left. The music recommenced and the dancing proceeded.
Three weeks later that photograph was reproduced as a double-page ill.u.s.tration in one of the prominent pictorial weeklies.
The day the magazine was on the newsstands Dan Dalzell bought a copy.
Entering their quarters with it in his hand he opened it at the ill.u.s.tration and handed it to Dave.
"You and Miss Stevens show up better than any one else, Dave," remarked Dan.
"The photograph is a good piece of work," was Dave"s only comment. He did not wish to express the annoyance he felt when he noted the appearance of intimacy between him and Marian, whose beauty showed, even in this reproduction. "I"d a bit rather Belle shouldn"t see this paper,"