"With all the demerits Darrin will get, he'll have no heart for greasing the rest of this year.

It's rough on Farley, but I'm not quite as sorry for Dalzell, who, in his way, is almost as bad as Darrin.

He's Darrin's cuckoo and shadow, anyway.

Oh, I wish I could see Darrin's face now!" This last was uttered just as Midshipman Pennington stepped into line at the supper formation.
"I wish I could see Darrin's face now!" Pen repeated to himself.
Seldom has a wish been more quickly gratified.

For, just in the nick of time to avoid being reported, Midshipmen Darrin, Dalzell and Farley came into sight, falling into their respective places.
At that instant it was Midshipman Pennington's face, not Dave Darrin's, that was really worth studying.
"Now how did the shameless greaser work this!" Pennington pondered uneasily.
But, of course, he couldn't ask.