"Won't I, though ?" "Good! Just stick to that." "Dan!" Darrin halted his chum before a store where dry goods and notions were sold.

"Let's go in here-----" "What, for ?" Midshipman Dalzell asked in astonishment.
"I want to make a purchase," replied Dave soberly.

"Danny boy, I'm going to buy you a hat pin---one at least ten inches long.
You're to slip it in, somewhere in your togs.

When you catch me lagging---practice or game---just jab that hat pin into me as far as you can send it." "Bosh!" retorted Dan impatiently.

"Come along." Dave submitted, in patient silence, to being led away from the store.