there came a knock on the door---a moment later a head was thrust in.

Midshipman Farley's head was thrust inside.

"All alone, Darry?" called Mr. Farley.

"Yes," Dave answered, laying his novel aside after having thrust
an envelope between pages to hold the place. "Come in, Farl."

"Where's Dalzell?" inquired Farley, after having closed the door
behind him.

"Until this moment I thought that he was in your room."

"I haven't seen him all evening," Farley responded. "Page and I
have been yawning ourselves to death."

"Danny boy is visiting some other crowd, then," guessed Darrin.
"He will probably be along soon. Did you want to see him about
anything in particular?"

"Oh, no. I came here to escape being bored to death by Page,
and poor old Pagey has just fled to Wilson's room to escape being
bored by me. What are these Saturday evenings for, anyway, when
there's no way of spending them agreeably?"

"For a good many of the men, who want to get through," smiled
Dave, "Saturday evening is a heaven-sent chance to do a little
more studying against a blue next week. As for Danny boy, I imagine
he must have carried his grin up to Wilson's room. Or, maybe,