The young man's heroism at Annapolis, under the most exacting conditions, will surprise no one who knows either Mr.Darrin or the splendid traditions that he helped establish among the youth of his home town.

In the years to come we may look confidently forward to hearing the name of Darrin as one of the most famous among the newer generation of the United States Navy.

David Darrin will always be a hero--because he cannot help it."_ As Dave, his face flushing more hotly than ever, read through these lines he was conscious of the jeering gaze of the upper class men.
He was interrupted, at times, by cries of fervid but mock admiration.
"I feel," announced Mr.Hurlburt, wiping his eyes with his handkerchief, "that I am indeed honored in being one of the humbler students at this great school on which our beloved comrade has shed the luster of his presence." "It seems almost profane to look at such a young man, except through smoked glasses," protested Midshipman Heath.
"What's your name, mister ?" demanded Midshipman Brooks.
"Darrin, sir," Dave answered, with the becoming meekness of a fourth class man.
"Any relative of the Darrin mentioned in the elegy you have just been reading ?" "I hope not, sir," replied Dave, fighting to stifle a grin, though it was a sheepish one.
"Mister," stormed Midshipman Denton, "you are attempting to deceive us!" Dave gazed meekly but inquiringly at the last speaker.
"You are trying to evade the fact that you are the real Darrin, the identical hero whom the 'Bazoo' so lovingly, so reverently describes.

Deceit fills your system, mister! You will stand on your head long enough to let it run out of you." Midshipman Paulson, though an inveterate "runner" of fourth class men, had some regard for the dangers of overstaying the visit, and kept his left eye on the time.
Darrin, standing on his head, became redder of face than ever, for all the blood in his body seemed to be running downward.
At last he became so unsteady that twice his feet slipped along the wall, and he had to return to his attitude of standing on his head.
"Better let up on the beast, Paulson," murmured Midshipman Brooks.
"Yes," agreed Paulson.

"The warning bell will go in a minute more.