You've got him on your black books--that's all." "He is a greaser, I tell you," cried Pennington fiercely.
There were a score of midshipmen in this group, and many of them nodded approvingly at Pennington's statement.

Though still a class leader, Dave had lost some of his popularity since his report to the police of Annapolis.
So the middies turned in, that night, with unsatisfied dreams of shore life in England.
Soon after breakfast the next morning, however, every midshipman had drawn his ten dollars, even to Pennington, who had no use for such a trifling amount.
As fast as possible the launches ranged alongside at the side gangway, taking off groups of midshipmen, everyone of whom had been cautioned to be at dock in time to board a launch in season for supper formation.
Pennington and his party were among the first to land.

They hurried away.
It was on the second trip of one of the launches that Dave, Dan and Farley made their get away.

These three chums had agreed to stick together during the day.

They landed at the Great Western Docks, to find themselves surrounded by eager British cabbies.
"Are we going to take a cab and get more quickly and intelligently to the best part of the town to see ?" asked Farley.
"I don't vote for it," replied Darrin.