"It isn't a girl—-bosh!" jeered Farley. "There's only one girl in the world I'm interested in—-and she's my kid sister."
"Then why this talk of resigning."
"Danny, I'm simply afraid that I'm not made of the stuff to make a competent Naval officer. My markings are all right, but I know that I don't know enough to take a sailboat out and bring it back."
"Oh, is that all?" cried Dalzell laughingly. "Then I know just what you want."
"What?"
"Drop into our room and have a talk with Darry. Dave knows just how to comfort and cheer a fellow who has that glum bug in his head of cabbage. Come right along!"
Dan almost forced Farley to the door of the room, opened it and shoved the modest midshipman inside.
"Darry," Dan called joyously, "here's a case for your best talents.
Farley has a pet bee in his bonnet that he isn't fit to be a
Naval officer. He doesn't know enough. So he's going to resign.
I've told him you'll know just how to handle his case. Go after
him, now!"
Midshipman Dalzell pulled the door shut, chuckling softly to himself, and marched back to the library. It was just before the call for supper formation when Dan returned from "boning" in the library.
"Did you brace Farl up, Davy?" demanded Dan.