While hundreds of midshipmen felt desperately blue on the homeward journey, Dalzell had already nearly forgotten his disappointment.
"You'll never be asked," predicted Hepson good-humoredly.

"Danny boy, the trouble with you would be that the fellows would never know when you were in earnest.

As captain of the eleven, you might start to give an order, and then nothing but a pun would come forth.

You're too full of mischief to win victories." "I hope that won't be true if I ever have the luck to command a battleship in war time," sighed Dalzell, becoming serious for four or five seconds.

Then he bent forward and dropped a cold nickel inside of Joyce's collar.