Dave Darrin's Second Year at Annapolis / Or, Two Midshipmen as Naval Academy "Youngsters"

or Two Midshipmen as Naval Academy Youngsters
By H. IRVING HANCOCK Illustrated
MCMXI
How can a midshipman and gentleman act in that way?
The voice of Midshipman David Darrin, United States Navy, vibrated uneasily as he turned to his comrades.
It's a shame—that's what it is, quivered Mr. Farley, also of the third class at the United States Naval Academy.
But the question is, propounded Midshipman Dan Dalzell, what are we going to do about it?
Is it any part of our business to bother with the fellow? demanded Farley half savagely.
Now Farley was rather hot-tempered, though he was all there in points that involved the honor of the brigade of midshipmen.
Five midshipmen stood in the squalid, ill-odored back room of a Chinese laundry in the town of Annapolis.
There was a sixth midshipman present in the handsome blue uniform of the brigade; and it was upon this sixth one that the anger and disgust of the other five had centered.
He lay in a sleep too deep for stirring. On the still, foul air floated fumes that were new to those of his comrades who now gazed down on him.