"I was saying---no offense, Wolly---that I didn't consider you the
right man to head the Navy eleven."

Midshipman Wolgast stepped over to Farley, holding out his right
hand.

"Shake, Farl! I'm glad to find a man of brains on the eleven.
I know well enough that I'm not the right captain. But we couldn't
make Darry accept the post."

Midshipman Wolgast appeared anything but hurt by the direct candor
with which he had been treated. He now threw one leg over the
corner of the study table, though he inquired:

"Am I interrupting anything private?"

"Not in the least," Dave assured him.

"Am I intruding in any way?"

"Not a bit of it," Darrin answered heartily "We're glad to have
you here with us."

"Surely," nodded Farley.

"Now, then, as to my well known unfitness to command the Navy
football team," continued First Classman Wolgast, "do either of
you see any faults in me that can be remedied?"