"See here, Dan; I'll offer an explanation that you can make truthfully. Just state, when you're called up, that you and I were absorbed talking football, and that you really forgot to turn in the right direction while your mind was so full of Navy football. That may help some."
"Yes; it will—-not!"
Dan Dalzell passed into the outer room of the officer in charge, picked up a blank and filled it out with the report against himself.
Dave was waiting outside as Dan came out from the disagreeable duty of reporting himself.
"Hang the girls!" Dalzell muttered again disgustedly.
CHAPTER VII
DAN'S EYES JOLT HIS WITS
Dan Dalzell, on the point of stepping out of Bancroft Hall, wheeled like a flash, and bounded back against Farley, Jetson and Page.
"Don't look!" whispered Dan hoarsely. "Duck!"
"What on earth is the matter?" demanded Midshipman Darrin, eyeing his chum sharply.