Once more saluting, Dave left the commanding officer's presence. Almost the first classmate into whom he stumbled was Dan Dalzell.
"Well, from what quarter does the wind blow!" murmured Dan.
Darrin repeated the interview that he had just had.
"I'm afraid, Dave, little giant, that you've planted something of a mine under yourself," murmured Dalzell.
"I feel as much convinced as ever, Danny boy, that I did just what I should have done," replied Darrin seriously.
"And so does Captain Scott, and so will the commandant," replied Dan. "But winning the commendation of your superior officers doesn't always imply that you'll get much praise from your classmates."
"Unfortunately, you are quite right," smiled Dave. "Still, I'd do the same thing over again."
"Oh, of course you would," assented Dan. "That's because you're Dave Darrin."
Here a voice like a bass horn was heard.
"All third classmen report to the quarter-deck immediately!"