"Some of the middies will think we've come in on purpose to see how they take their beating." "They didn't get a bad enough beating to need to feel ashamed," replied Dick.

"And we won't say a word about the game, anyway." "May we come in ?" called Prescott, knocking on the door of the middies' quarters.
"Who's there ?" called a voice.

Then the Navy coach, in uniform, opened the door.
"Oh, come in, gentlemen," called the coach, holding out his hand.
"And let me congratulate you, Prescott and Holmes, on the very fine game that you two had a star part in putting up for the nine from Crabtown." "Thank you, sir," Dick replied.

"But we didn't call on that account.
There are two old chums of ours here, sir, that we're looking for." "See anything of them anywhere ?" smiled Dave Darrin, stepping forward, minus his blouse and holding out both hands.
Dick and Greg pounced upon Dave.

Then Dan struggled into another article of clothing and ran forward from the rear of the room.
"How soon do you go ?" asked Dick eagerly.
"The 6.14 train to New York," replied Dave.
"Oh, then you're not going to have supper at cadet mess ?" asked Greg in a tone of deep disappointment.
"No," answered Dan Dalzell.