Page and Farley, however, whose quarters were but a few doors away on the same deck, remained.
"Farl," murmured Darrin, "for the first time tonight I'm feeling a bit worried." "Over Danny ?" "The same." "What's up ?" Page wanted to know.
"Why, he hasn't been around all evening.

Surely Dalzell would be coming back by this time, unless-----" "Didn't he have leave to visit town ?" demanded Midshipman Page.
"Not that I've heard of," Dave Darrin answered quickly.

"Nor do I see how he could have done so.

You see, Wednesday he received some demerits, and with them went the loss of privileges for October." "Whew!" whistled Page.
"What ?" demanded Dave, his alarm increasing.
"Why, not long after supper I saw Danny heading toward the wall on the town side." "I have been afraid of that for the last two or three minutes," exclaimed Dave Darrin, his uneasiness now showing very plainly.
"Dan didn't say a word to me about going anywhere, but-----" "You think, leave being impossible, Danny has Frenched it over the wall ?" demanded Farley.
"That's just what I'm afraid of," returned Dave.
"But why-----" "I don't know any reason." "Then-----" "Farl", broke in Dave hurriedly, almost fiercely, "has anyone a doughface ?" "Yes." "Who has it ?" "I don't know." "Find it---on the jump!" "But-----" "There's no time for 'buts,'" retorted Darrin, pushing Farley toward the door.

"Find it!" "And I-----" added Page, springing toward the door.
"You'll stay here," ordered Dave.
Darrin was already headed toward his friend's alcove, where Dalzell's cot lay.