CHAPTER V.
NAVY FOOTBALL IN THE AIR Back on the old, familiar Academy grounds! Both Dave and Dan underwent an unconscious brace as they passed the watchman at the main gate and stepped on, each with a suit case in hand, to the left, with Bancroft Hall in the distance.
Their first move was, as it must be, to report their return to the officer in charge.

By that officer the two midshipmen were assigned to the rooms that they were to occupy during the coming academic year.
Once behind their doors, both young men hastened to get out of cit.
clothes and back into their beloved uniforms.
"There are worse liveries to wear than Uncle Sam's," murmured Dan Dalzell when, having arrayed himself, he glanced down lovingly at the neat, dark blue.
"Much worse," replied Dave briefly, as, having dressed, he set to work to help make their quarters neat enough to please even the captious eye of the discipline officer.

By the time that the two midshipmen finished policing their quarters no housekeeper in the land could have found the least sign of disorder.
Rap-tap! sounded briskly at the door.
"Come in," called Dave.
The door opened, revealing Midshipman Hepson, of the first class.
"Are you fellows to rights ?" he called.
"Come in, Hepson," urged Dave.

"Yes; we're to rights as far as quarters go." Hepson came no more than inside the door before he halted, asking briskly: "Have you anything on!" "Nothing but our clothes," grinned Dan, "and some hair." "You've no appointments or engagements, then ?" persisted Hepson.

"My being here won't interfere with anything that you want to do ?" "Not in the least," Dave replied.
"Oh, then, I'll invite myself to a chair," declared the first classman, suiting the action to the word.