t High Schools instead of colleges. We could wallop High School
outfits at either baseball or football, and the only wonder is that the
Army and Navy win as many games as they do against the colleges. College
teams have more time for training than the Army or Navy teams do."

"What are you going to do to-night, Darry?" Joyce asked presently.
"The hop?"

"No," Dave answered almost shortly. The truth was that he was no
"hop-fiend" or "fusser." Except when Belle Meade was at Annapolis to go
to a hop with him, Darrin had little liking for the ball.

"I don't intend to hop either," Joyce continued. "Now, are you well
enough up in grease to get town leave for the evening?"

"Grease" means good standing on the conduct report.

"Yes," nodded Dave. "Danny and I could easily get town leave, if we had a
good excuse. But, of course, it's out of the question to get leave merely
to roam the streets. We'd have to explain where we were going, and then
go there."

"There's a show on at the theatre," broke in Dalzell.

"Yes," nodded Dave. "But do you know what kind of show it is?"

"No."

"It's a burlesque show, brought here to win away the half dollars of the
sailors on the ships here. We'd stand very little chance of getting leave
to go to that kind of show."

"But I want to go somewhere, away from the Academy grounds, just for a
couple of hours," sighed Joyce.

"I'd like to go also," agreed Dave. "But where could we go? That is, to
what place or for what purpose could we go that would be approved by
the O.C.?"

This proved to be a poser indeed.

"Fact is," Joyce went on, "I'm so desperate for a little change that I
don't believe I'd funk at taking French over the Academy wall. What do
you two say?"

"That dog won't bark," Dave retorted.

"Oh, you greaser!" Joyce shied at him.

"Well, I am greasing to the extent that I won't imperil my chances of
keeping in the service by taking any French leave," Darrin replied
steadily. "So, Joyce, I'm afraid a trip to town to-night is out of the
question, unless you can think up some plan to get by the O.C."

"How are you on Frenching the wall, Danny boy?" queried Joyce.

"Just about as big a muff as Darry," Dan returned dryly.

Joyce remained for some moments in deep meditation. He wanted to go into
Annapolis, and he didn't care about going on a lonesome expedition. The
more he thought the better Joyce realized how hard it was to frame a
request that would get past the O.C.