[Illustration: Darrin's Blow Knocked the Midshipman Down]
DAVE DARRIN'S SECOND YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS
Two Midshipmen as Naval Academy "Youngsters"
H. IRVING HANCOCK Illustrated
I. A QUESTION OF MIDSHIPMAN HONOR
II. DAVE'S PAP-SHEET ADVICE
III. MIDSHIPMAN PENNINGTON GOES TOO FAR
IV. A LITTLE MEETING ASHORE
V. WHEN THE SECONDS WONDERED
VI. IN TROUBLE ON FOREIGN SOIL
VII. PENNINGTON GETS HIS WISH
VIII. THE TRAGEDY OF THE GALE
IX. THE DESPAIR OF THE "RECALL"
X. THE GRIM WATCH FROM THE WAVES
XI. MIDSHIPMAN PENNINGTON'S ACCIDENT
XII. BACK IN THE HOME TOWN
XIII. DAN RECEIVES A FEARFUL FACER
XIV. THE FIRST HOP WITH THE HOME GIRLS
XV. A DISAGREEABLE FIRST CLASSMAN
XVI. HOW DAN FACED THE BOARD
XVII. LOSING THE TIME-KEEPER'S COUNT
XVIII. FIGHTING THE FAMOUS DOUBLE BATTLE
XIX. THE OFFICER IN CHARGE IS SHOCKED
A QUESTION OF MIDSHIPMAN HONOR
"How can a midshipman and gentleman act in that way?"
The voice of Midshipman David Darrin, United States Navy, vibrated
uneasily as he turned to his comrades.
"It's a shame--that's what it is," quivered Mr. Farley, also of the
third class at the United States Naval Academy.
"But the question is," propounded Midshipman Dan Dalzell, "what are we
going to do about it?"
"Is it any part of our business to bother
with the fellow?" demanded
Farley half savagely.
Now Farley was rather hot-tempered, though he was "all there" in points
that involved the honor of the brigade
Five midshipmen stood in the squalid, ill-odored back room of a Chinese
laundry in the town of Annapolis.
There was a sixth midshipman present in the handsome blue uniform of the
brigade; and it was upon this sixth one that the anger and disgust
the other five had centered.
He lay in a sleep too deep for stirring. On the still, foul air floated
fumes that were new to those of his comrades who now gazed down on him.
"To think that one of our class could make such a beast of himself!"
sighed Dave Darrin.
"And on the morning of the very day we're to ship for the summer
cruise," uttered Farley angrily.
"Oh, well" growled Hallam, "why not let this animal of lower grade sleep
just where he is? Let him take what he has fairly brought upon himself!"
"That's the very question that is agitating me," declared Dave Darrin,
to whom these other members of the third class looked as a leader when
there was a point involving class honor.
Dave had became a leader through suffering.
Readers of the precedingvolume
in this series, "DAVE DARRIN'S FIRST
YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS," will need no introduction
to this fine specimen
spirited and honorable young American.
Readers of that precedingvolume
will recall how Dave Darrin and Dan
Dalzell entered the United States Naval Academy, one appointed by a
Congressman and the other by a United States Senator. Such readers will
remember the difficult time that Dave and Dan had in getting through the
work of the first hard, grinding year. They will also recall how Dave
Darrin, when accused of treachery
to his classmates, patiently
time until he, with the aid of some close friends, was able to
demonstrate his innocence. Our readers will also remember how two
evil-minded members of the then fourth class plotted to increase Damn's
disgrace and to drive him out of the brigade; also how these two
plotters, Midshipmen Henkel and Brimmer, were caught in their plotting
and were themselves forced out of the brigade. Our readers know that
before the end of the first year at the Naval Academy, Dave had fully
reinstated himself in the esteem
of his manly classmates, and how he
quickly became the most popular and respected member of his class.
It was now only the day after the events whose narration closed the
Dave Darrin and Dalzell were first of all brought to notice in "THE HIGH
SCHOOL BOYS' SERIES." In their High School days, back in Gridley, these
two had been famous members of Dick & Co., a sextette of youngsters who
had made a name for themselves in school athletics.
Dick Prescott and Greg Holmes, two other members of the sextette, had
been appointed to the United States Military Academy at West Point,
where they were serving in the corps of cadets and learning
become Army officers in the not far distant future. All of the
adventures of Dick and Greg are set forth in "THE WEST POINT SERIES."
The two remaining members of famous old Dick & Co., Tom Reade and Harry
Hazelton, became civil engineers, and went West for their first taste of
engineering work. Tom and Harry had some wonderful and startling
adventures, as fully set forth in "THE YOUNG ENGINEERS' SERIES."
On this early June day when we again encounter
Dave Darrin and Dan
Dalzell in their handsome Naval uniforms, all members of the first,
second and third classes were due to be aboard
one of the three great
battleships that lay off the Yard at Annapolis at four p.m.
These three great battleships were the "Massachusetts," the "Iowa" and
the "Indiana." These three huge, turreted fighting craft had their full
crews aboard. Not one of the battleship
commanders would allow a
"jackie" ashore, except on business, through fear that many of the
"wilder" ones might find the attractions on shore too alluring, and fail
to return in time.
With the young midshipmen it was different. These young men were
officially and actually
gentlemen, and could be trusted.
Yet here, in the back room of this laundry, was one who was apparently
This young midshipman's name was Pennington, and the fact was that he
lay in deep stupor from the effects of smoking opium!
It had been a storekeeper, with a shop across the street, who had called
the attention of Dave and his four comrades to the probable
another of their class.
"Chow Hop runs a laundry, but I have heard evil stories about a lot of
young fools who flock to his back room and get a chance to 'hit' the
opium pipe," the storekeeper had stated to Dave. "One of your men, or at
least, one in a midshipman's uniform, went in there at eleven o'clock
this forenoon, and he hasn't been out since. It is now nearly two
o'clock and, I've been looking for some midshipmen to inform."
Such had been the storekeeper's careful statement. The merchants of
Annapolis always have a kindly feeling toward these fine young
midshipmen. The storekeeper's purpose was to enable
them to help their
So the five had entered the laundry. The proprietor, Chow Hop, had
attempted to bar their way to the rear room.
But Dave had seized the yellow man and had flung him aside.
The reader already knows what they discovered, and how it affected
"Bring that copper-colored chink in here, if you'll be so good,"
Dan and Hallam departed
on the quest.
"You're wanted in there," proclaimed Dalzell, jerking a thumb over his
"Me no sabby," replied Chow Hop, looking up briefly
from his ironing
"Get in there--do you hear?" commanded Hallam, gripping the other's arm
with all his force.
"You lemme go chop-chop (quickly), or you get alle samee hurt--you
sabby?" scowled Chow Hop, using his free hand to raise a heavy flat-iron
But Dan Dalzell jumped in, giving the Chinaman's wrist a wrench
caused him to drop the iron.
Then, without a bit of ceremony, Dan grasped the Oriental by the
shoulders, wheeled him about, while he protested in guttural tones, and
bluntly kicked the yellow-faced one through the door into the inner
At this summaryproceeding
both the Chinese helpers gripped their
flat-irons firmly; and leaped forward to fight.
In an ugly temper
the Chinaman is a bad man to oppose. But now this pair
were faced by a pair of quietly smiling midshipmen who were also
dangerous when angry.
"You two, get back," ordered Dalzell, advancing fearlessly upon the
pair. "If you don't, we'll drag you out into the street and turn you
over to the policemen. You 'sabby' that? You heathen
are pretty likely
to get into prison for this day's work!"
Scowling for a moment, then muttering savagely, the two helpers slunk
back to their ironing boards.
Yet, while Dan turned to go into the rear room, Hallam stood just where
he was, to keep an eye on two possible sources of swift trouble.
"Chow Hop," began Dave Damn sternly, as the proprietor
made his flying
appearance, "You've done a pretty mean piece of work here"--pointing to
midshipman in the berth. "Do you understand that you're
pretty likely to go to prison for this?"
"Oh, that no maller," replied Chow, with a sullen
grin. "Him plenty
'shipmen come here and smoke."
"You lie!" hissed Dave, grasping the heathen
by the collar
him until the latter's teeth rattled.
Then Dave gave him a brief rest, though he still retained his hold on
the Chinaman's collar. But the yellow man began struggling again, and
Chow Hop had kept his hands up inside his wide sleeves. Now Farley
leaped forward as he shouted:
"Look out, Darry! He has a knife!"
Farley attempted to seize the Chinaman's wrist, for the purpose of
disarming the yellow man, but Dave swiftly
threw the Chinaman around out
of Farley's reach. Then, with a lightning-like move, Dave knocked the
knife from Chow Hop's hand.
"Pick that up and keep it for a curio, Farley," directed Dave coolly.
In another twinkling Darrin had run the Chinaman up against the wall.
Smack! biff! thump!
With increasing force Dave's hard fist struck the heathen
in the face.
"Now stand there and behave
yourself," admonished Midshipman Dave,
dropping his hold on the yellow man's collar, "or we'll stop playing
with you and hurt you some."
The scowl on Chow Hop's face was ominous, but he stood still, glaring at
"Chow, what can we do to bring this man out of his sleep!" asked Dave
coolly, and almost in a friendly tone.
"Me no sabby," sulked the Chinaman.
"Yes, you do," retorted Dave warningly. "Now, what can we do to get our
friend out of this!"
"You allee same cally (carry) him out," retorted Chow, with a suspicion
of a sulky grin.
"None of that, now, you yellow-face!" glared Dave. "How shall we get our
comrade out of this opium sleep!"
"Me no sabby no way," insisted Chow.
"Oh, yes, you do!" snapped Dave. "But you won't tell. All right; we'll
find the way, and we'll punish
you into the bargain. Dan, get a piece of
paper from the other room."
Dalzell was quickly back with the desired item. On the paper Dave wrote
a name and a telephone number.
"It's near the end of the doctor's office hours," murmured Dave. "Go to
a telephone and ask the doctor to meet you at the corner above. Tell him
important, and ask him to meet you on the jump."
"Shall I tell him what's up!" asked Dan cautiously.
"Yes; you'd better. Then he'll be sure to bring the necessary remedies
Dan Dalzell was off like a shot.
Chow tried to edge around toward the door.
"Here, you get back there," cried Dave, seizing the Chinaman and
slamming him back against the wall. "Don't you move again, until we tell
you that you may--or it will be the worse for you."
Ten minutes passed ere Dan returned with Dr. Lawrence.
"You see the job that's cut out for you," said Darrin, pointing to the
unconscious figure in the bunk. "Can you do it, Doctor?"
man made a hasty examination
of the unconscious
before he answered briefly:
"Will it be a long job, Doctor?"
"Fifteen minutes, probably."
"Oh, good, if you can do it in that time!"
"Me go now?" asked Chow, with sullen
curiosity, as the medical
opened his medicine-case.
"Yes; if you don't try to leave the joint," agreed Dave. "And I'm going
outside with you."
Chow looked very much as though he did not care for company, but
Midshipman Darrin kept at his side.
"Now, see here, Chow," warned Dave, "this is the last day you sell opium
for white men to smoke!"
"You heap too flesh (fresh)" growled the Chinaman.
"It's the last day you'll sell opium to white men," insisted Dave, "for,
as soon as I'm through here I'm going to the police station to inform
against you. They'll go through here like a twelve-inch shot."
"You alle same tell cop?" grinned Chow, green hatred
showing through his
skin. "Then I tell evelybody about you fliend in there."
"Do just as you please about that," retorted Dave with pretended
carelessness. "For one thing, you don't know his name."
"Oh, yes, I do," swaggered Chow impudently. "Know heap 'bout him. His
name alle same Pen'ton."
Seizing a marking brush and a piece of paper, Chow Hop quickly wrote out
Pennington's name, correctly
spelled. His ability
to write English with
a good hand was one of Chow's great vanities, anyway.
"You go back to your ironing board, yellow-face," warned Darrin, and
something in the young third classman's face showed Chow that it would
be wise to obey.
Then Hallam drew Darrin to one side, to whisperearnestly
in his ear:
"Look out, old man, or you will get Pen into an awful scrape!"
"I shan't do it," maintained Darrin. "If it happens it will have been
Pen's own work."
"You'd better let the chink go, just to save one of our class."
"Is a fellow who has turned opium fiend worth saving to the class!"