So will Fenton and Day, and several others whom I could name." "And so is Darrin," confidently predicted Midshipman Dalzell.
But Dave shook his head.
"No, no, Danny boy.

The time was when I might have believed extremely well of myself, but that day has gone by.

When I entered the Naval Academy I probably thought pretty well of myself.

I've tried to keep up with the pace here-----" "And you've done it, and are going to do it right along," interjected Midshipman Dalzell.
"No; it almost scares me when I look over the subjects that I'm not really fit in.

It's spring, now, and I'm only a few weeks away from graduation, only something like two years this side of a commission as ensign, and---and---Dan, I wonder if I'm honestly fit to command a rowboat." "You've got a brief grouch against yourself, Davy," muttered Dan.
"No; but I think I know what a Naval officer should be, and I also know how far short I fall of what I should be." "If you get your diploma," argued Midshipman Dalzell, "the faculty of the Naval Academy will testify on the face of it that you're a competent midshipman and on your way to being fit to hold an ensign's commission presently." "But that's just the point, Danny.