"No," answered Dan Dalzell. "It would get us through too late.
We dine in New York on arrival."
"Hurry up and get dressed," Dick urged. Then, turning to the coach, he inquired:
"May we keep Darrin and Dalzell with us, sir, until your train leaves?"
"No reason on earth why you shouldn't," nodded the Navy coach.
So Dave and Dan were dressed in a trice, it seemed, though with the care that a cadet or midshipman must always display in the set of his immaculate uniform.
Dick seized Dave by the elbow, marching him forth, while Greg piloted Dan.
"Great game for you——-" began Dan, as soon as the quartette of old chums were outside.
"Send all that kind of talk by the baggage train," ordered Cadet Holmes. "What we want to talk about are the dear old personal affairs."
"You youngsters are through here, after not so many more days, aren't you?" began Darrin.
"Yes; and so are you, down at Annapolis," replied Prescott.