"And I"ll try hard not to be such a goose as I was last winter!"
She referred to the trouble that had been made by another girl at Annapolis, the circ.u.mstances of which are wholly familiar to the readers of the earlier volumes of this series.
"I don"t blame you for the way you felt last winter," Dave a.s.sured her heartily, "Next time, however, I hope you"ll come to me first for an explanation."
"There isn"t going to be any next time, Dave."
Three minutes later two midshipmen were being whirled through the city limits of Gridley.
CHAPTER V
NAVY FOOTBALL IN THE AIR
Back on the old, familiar Academy grounds!
Both Dave and Dan underwent an unconscious brace as they pa.s.sed the watchman at the main gate and stepped on, each with a suit case in hand, to the left, with Bancroft Hall in the distance.
Their first move was, as it must be, to report their return to the officer in charge. By that officer the two midshipmen were a.s.signed to the rooms that they were to occupy during the coming academic year.
Once behind their doors, both young men hastened to get out of cit.
clothes and back into their beloved uniforms.
"There are worse liveries to wear than Uncle Sam"s," murmured Dan Dalzell when, having arrayed himself, he glanced down lovingly at the neat, dark blue.
"Much worse," replied Dave briefly, as, having dressed, he set to work to help make their quarters neat enough to please even the captious eye of the discipline officer. By the time that the two midshipmen finished policing their quarters no housekeeper in the land could have found the least sign of disorder.
Rap-tap! sounded briskly at the door.
"Come in," called Dave.
The door opened, revealing Midshipman Hepson, of the first cla.s.s.
"Are you fellows to rights?" he called.
"Come in, Hepson," urged Dave. "Yes; we"re to rights as far as quarters go."
Hepson came no more than inside the door before he halted, asking briskly:
"Have you anything on!"
"Nothing but our clothes," grinned Dan, "and some hair."
"You"ve no appointments or engagements, then?" persisted Hepson. "My being here won"t interfere with anything that you want to do?"
"Not in the least," Dave replied.
"Oh, then, I"ll invite myself to a chair," declared the first cla.s.sman, suiting the action to the word. "Now, you fellows can guess why I"m here."
"You"re captain of this year"s football eleven," Dave replied. "Has that anything to do with your call?"
"Everything," admitted Hepson briskly. "Have you fellows any notion that we"ve a poor eleven, so far, this year?"
"Why I thought it pretty good, from the practice work that I saw done in August," Darrin answered slowly.
"A pretty good eleven doesn"t win games, sir," retorted Hepson. "Man, we"ve got to strengthen the team all along the line, or I"ll go down in Naval Academy history as captain of the worst lot of dubs who ever chased a pigskin around the field!"
"Is it as bad as that?" demanded Dan, opening his eyes.
"Dalzell," said Hepson, "our eleven is rotten, sir--simply and fiercely useless!"
"If it"s as bad as that," hinted Dan innocently, "wouldn"t it be a prime good idea to draw our eleven from the field this year?"
"What? Strike the Navy"s colors, and especially to the Army?" glared Mr.
Hepson. "What are you talking about?"
"Then I guess," nodded Dan, "that we"ll have to stay in the ring, and let it go by apologizing to the Army for getting in their way on the field the Sat.u.r.day after Thanksgiving."
"We won"t do that, either, by Jingo!" retorted Midshipman Hepson. "But we"ve got to strengthen our team. We"ve got to practice every minute that the commandant will allow us for practice. We"ve got to make a front-rank team out of--nearly nothing!"
"Aren"t there any good players who have been holding back?" asked Dave Darrin.
"Two that I know of, Darrin," rejoined Hepson, fixing his eyes keenly on Dave.
"Who are they?"
"You and Dalzell."
"We haven"t backed out, or refused duty," Darrin retorted quickly.
"No; but you haven"t pushed yourselves forward any, either."
"Well, we"re hardly team material," objected Dave modestly. "However, I"ll promise for myself and Dalzell, too, that we"ll turn out to all the practice we can, and work like blazes!"
"Will you?" cried Midshipman Hepson delightedly. He jumped up, grasping each midshipman by the hand in turn.
"But you don"t want to bank on us too much," Darrin continued. "You know, we"ve never played on anything as big as the Navy team. We used to be good enough little players on a country school team. But it"s different here."
"Let the coaches and the captain find that out, then," grunted Hepson.
"But you"ll work? You"ll try to make good? You"ll try to make the team and some history?"
"We"d lay down our lives for the Navy, at any point and in any sort of game," rejoined Dave Darrin simply.
"Good! Bully! That"s the way I like to hear a fellow talk!" glowed Hepson, making toward the door. "You"ll turn out for practice to-morrow afternoon?"
"Without fail, if we"re physically able," promised Midshipman Darrin.