I heard something that sounded like scuffling." "Yes, sir," replied Mr.Hepson; "I think it very likely.

The men on this deck, sir, can't think of anything in these days but line-ups and scrimmage tactics." "It occurred to me," went on the O.C., "that there was some sound of scuffling in this room." "There was, sir," admitted Midshipman Hepson candidly.

"There was a species of scrimmage." "Was it in connection with football ?" inquired Lieutenant Cotton.
"Yes, sir,"-- which answer, again, was wholly truthful.
"Ah, I thought I heard something like a scrimmage in the room," assented Lieutenant Cotton.

"Yet remember, gentlemen, that quarters is not the place for football practice." "Very good, sir; thank you, sir," replied the unmovable Hepson.
"And remember that it is now very close to the time for study call," continued the O.C.
"Yes, sir; thank you, sir.

We are just parting to our various quarters, sir." "Good evening, gentlemen." "Good evening, sir." Lieutenant Cotton passed on down the corridor, and the midshipmen eased themselves from the rigid position of attention.
"That was a narrow squeak," grunted Hepson.