“It is already, sir,” spoke Lieutenant Nettleson, “a matter of knowledge with you that Mr. Darrin denied his responsibility in each case of disorder among his personal belongings.  It is also a matter within your knowledge, sir, that Mr. Darrin, finally, in his desperation, informed you that he believed that some enemy in the brigade of midshipmen was responsible for all the bad appearances against him.

“The reply of this department, sir, to Mr. Darrin, was to the effect that, while there was a possibility of his claim being correct, yet it was nearly inconceivable.  Mr. Darrin was given permission to bring forward any evidence he could secure in support of his view.  As time passed, and he confessed himself unable to secure any such evidence, one set of demerits after another accumulated against Mr. Darrin.

“Yesterday, sir, so I am informed, Mr. Farley and Mr. Page approached you, stating that they believed they had good reason for suspecting a member of the brigade of seeking to injure Mr. Darrin.  Midshipmen Farley and Page also stated to you that they believed the offender to be a member of the half of the fourth class which does not recite in mathematics the same time as does the half of the class to which Mr. Darrin and his roommate belong.

“As Midshipmen Farley and Page belong to the half of the class that recites during the same periods as do Mr. Darrin and Dalzell, Midshipmen Farley and Page requested permission to remain in their room during the time when they would otherwise be reciting in mathematics.  They were thus to remain for two mornings, and other members of the fourth class were then willing to stay on watch for two mornings more, and so on, until the offender against Mr. Darrin, if there was one, could be caught in the act.”

What a baleful glare Midshipman Henkel shot at Farley and Page!  Then Henkel saw the eye of the commandant of midshipmen fixed curiously on him, and glanced down at the floor.

“This very unusual permission, sir, you finally agreed to seek from the head of the Department of Mathematics.  So, this morning, Mr. Farley and Mr. Page did not march off to recitation in mathematics, but remained in their room.  Presently Mr. Page reported to me, in great haste, that a midshipman other than Mr. Darrin, or Mr. Dalzell had just entered their room.  I thereupon went down to that room, knocked, waited a moment, and then entered, accompanied by the cadet officer of the day.  The condition of things that I found in the room you already, sir, know from my written report.  While in the room I detected a pair of feet showing under the bottom of Mr. Darrin’s uniform equipment hanging in his cupboard.  I pretended, however not to see the feet, and turned to leave the room when Mr. Farley, as prearranged, stepped forward and informed me that he had seen some one enter the room a while before.  I then turned and compelled the prowler to step forth.  That prowler was Mr. Henkel.”

“You questioned Mr. Henkel as to his reason for being in the room?” asked Commander Jephson.

“I did, sir.”

“Did he deny guilty intention in being there?”

“He did, sir, other than admitting that he had broken the regulations by entering another midshipman’s room in that midshipman’s absence.”

Tapping his right temple with the eye-glasses that he held in his hand, the commandant of midshipmen turned to look more directly at the startled culprit.

“Mr. Henkel, did you arrange any or all of the disorder which Lieutenant Nettleson reported having found in Mr. Darrin’s room?”

“I did not, sir.”

Henkel’s voice was clear, firm ­almost convincing.

“Have you, at any time, committed any offense in Mr. Darrin’s room, by tampering with his equipment or belongings, or with the furniture of the room?”

“Never, sir,” declared Midshipman Henkel positively.

“You are aware that Mr. Darrin has been punished by the imposition of a great many demerits for untidiness in the care of his equipment?”

“Yes, sir.”

“But you were not responsible for any of these seeming delinquencies on Mr. Darrin’s part?”

“Never, sir.”

“You did not turn down, disarrange and soil his bed this forenoon, or create the appearance of untidiness in connection with Mr. Darrin washbowl?”

“No, sir.”

“You make these denials on your word of honor, as a midshipman and gentleman?” persisted Commander Jephson.

“I do, sir, and most earnestly and solemnly, sir,” replied Midshipman Henkel.

“One word, more, Mr. Henkel,” went on the commandant of midshipmen.  “When you improperly entered Mr. Darrin’s room this morning, did you then observe the signs of disorder which Lieutenant Nettleson subsequently discovered and reported?”

“I did, sir, as to the bed.  The washbowl I did not notice.”

“That will do, for the present, Mr. Henkel.  Mr. Farley, will you now state just what you saw, while watching this forenoon?”

Midshipmen Farley told, simply, how he and Page had commenced their watch.

“In the first place, sir,” declared Farley, “as soon as Mr. Darrin and Mr. Dalzell had left their room, and the corridor was empty, Mr. Page and I, acting by permission and direction of this office, went at once to Mr. Darrin’s room.  We made an inspection.  At that time there were no such signs of disorder as those which Lieutenant Nettleson subsequently found.  Then, sir, Mr. Page and I went back to our room.  I held our door very slightly ajar, and stood in such a position that I could glance down the corridor and keep Mr. Darrin’s room door constantly within my range of vision.”

“As a matter of vital fact, Mr. Farley,” interrupted the commandant of midshipmen, “did you at any time relax such vigilance, even for a few seconds?”

“Not even for a few seconds, sir.”

“After the inspection that Mr. Page and yourself made, who was the first person that you saw enter Mr. Darrin’s room?”

“Mr. Henkel!

“Was he Alone?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you then immediately send Mr Page to the officer in charge?”

“I did, sir.”

“And yourself?”

“Without allowing my glance to turn from Mr. Darrin’s door, sir, I stepped out into the corridor, walked close to Mr. Darrin’s room door, and then stood there until Lieutenant Nettleson and Mr. Hawkins arrived.”

“Then, Mr. Farley, you are certain that there was no disorder in Mr. Darrin’s room at the time when he and Mr. Dalzell left to recite in mathematics?

“I am absolutely positive, sir.”

“And you are also certain that none but Mr. Henkel entered that room up to the time when the disorder was discovered by Lieutenant Nettleson?”

“I am certain, sir.”

Midshipman Page was then questioned.  He bore out the testimony just given by Farley in every particular.

The manner of the commandant of midshipmen was still gentle when he turned again to Henkel.

“Mr. Henkel, do you wish to modify your previous statements in any way?”

“No, sir,” replied Henkel.  “In all my answers I have told the whole and exact truth, as I know it.  I am eager, sir, to answer any further questions that you may wish to put to me on the subject.”

“Gentlemen, you may all withdraw, save Lieutenant Nettleson and Mr. Henkel,” announced the commandant, after a few moments of seemingly mild thought.  “Mr. Hawkins, of course you understand that what you know of this matter you know officially, and that you are not to mention or discuss it until such time as official action shall have been taken.  As for you other midshipmen, I see no harm, gentlemen, in your discussing it among yourselves, but you will see to it that information does not, for the present, spread through the brigade.  You may go, gentlemen.”

Once outside Farley and Page walked so rapidly that Dave and Dan did not attempt to overtake them in the corridors.  But they found Farley and Page waiting outside Dave’s room door.

“May we come in?” asked Farley.

“If anyone on earth may,” replied Dave heartily, throwing open the door, then stepping back to allow the others to enter.

“I’m afraid we’ve cooked a goose for some one,” cried Farley, with grim satisfaction.

“Great Scott, yes,” breathed Dan Dalzell, in devout thankfulness.

“Is it fair, Farley, for me to ask you whether you suspected Henkel before you caught him?” queried Dave Darrin.

“Yes; and the commandant knows that.  Henkel came here one night, weeks ago, and mysteriously tried to interest us in putting up a job to get you dropped from the Navy rolls.  When Page and I really tumbled that an enemy working against you, it didn’t take us two minutes to guess who that enemy was.  Then we started on the warpath.”

“I wonder,” asked Dave Darrin huskily, “whether it is really necessary for me to assure you of the tremendous burden of obligation that you’ve put upon me?”

“It isn’t necessary, any way that you can look at the question,” retorted Farley promptly.  “What we did for you, Darrin, is no more than we’d stand ready to do for any man in the brigade who was being ground down and out by a mean trickster.”

“Wouldn’t I like to take peep in on Henkel, now, while the commandant is grilling him in that gentle way the commandant has?” mocked Midshipman Page.

“David, little giant, the matter is cleared and as good as squared,” cried Dalzell.  “And now I know this is the first time in my life that I’ve ever been really and unutterably happy!”

During the nest two days it was known through the brigade at large that Midshipman Henkel was in close arrest.  The brigade did not at once learn the cause.  Yet, in such appearances as Henkel was permitted to make, it was noted that he bore himself cheerfully and confidently.

Then, one day, just before the dinner formation, Darrin was ordered to report at the commandant’s office.

“Mr. Darrin,” announced Commander Jephson, when the midshipman had reported and saluted, “I am glad to be able to announce that we have been able to pile up so much evidence against Mr Henkel that young man finally confessed that it was he, and he alone, who created all the disorders with your equipment, and in your room for which so many demerits have been inflicted upon you.  At the dinner formation.  Therefore, when the orders of the day are published by the brigade adjutant, you will again hear that your demerits, given for the offenses unjustly charged against you, have been remitted by order of the superintendent.  You will also learn that you have been restored to the first conduct grade, with all the privileges belonging to the midshipmen of that grade.”

It was with a light heart that Dave Darrin left the commandant’s office, though the young man had been expecting that very decision.

Yet, despite the fact that he knew it was coming, Dave’s heart thrilled with exultation and gratitude as he heard the order read out in the brigade adjutant’s quick, monotonous tones.

Then, immediately following, came another order.

Midshipman Henkel, for dishonorable conduct, was dropped from the rolls!

“Fours right, march!”

By companies the brigade wheeled and marched into the mess hall ­the air resounding with the quick, martial tread of eight hundred or more of the pick of young American manhood!

As the command “march” was given one man fell out of the ranks.  Henkel, from the moment of the publications of the order, was no longer a midshipman!

He had fallen deservedly, as one not fit to associate with gentlemen, or to figure among the future defenders of his country of honorable men.

As the brigade marched indifferently off, and left him there, Henkel gazed, for a few moments at the solid ranks of blue and gold, and a great sob welled up within him.  In this supreme moment he realized all that he had lost ­his place among honest men!

Then, crushing down any feeling of weakness, he turned on his heel, a sneer darkening his face.

Then, recalling himself, Henkel sprang up the steps and hastened to the room that had been partly his.  Here he discarded his uniform substituting for it the citizen’s clothes which had been brought to him from the midshipmen’s store.  His own few belongings that he cared about taking with him he packed hastily in a dress-suit case.

Yet the task required time.  His roommate, Brimmer, was back before Henkel was ready to depart.

“You’d better wait, now, until the coast is clear,” whispered Brimmer.  “Hosts of the fellows are hanging about outside.”

“They won’t see me,” jeered Henkel harshly.  “I’ll wait until they’re off at afternoon duties.  But see here, Brimmer, don’t you dare forget that I might have said much about you, and that I didn’t.  Don’t dare forget that I leave to you the task of humbling that fellow, Darrin.  If you fail me, Brimmer, it won’t be too late for me to do some talking.”

“Oh, I’ll get Darrin out of here,” grimaced Brimmer.  “But I won’t try to do it the way you did.  You went in for enmity.  I’m going to undo Darrin by being his friend.”

“Well, I’m through and ready to leave,” muttered Henkel.  “But I’m not going until the coast is clear.”

Seating himself by the window, he stared moodily out, thinking of the life which had strongly appealed to him, and from which he had exiled himself.  While he was so occupied knock sounded at the door; then the cadet officer of the day stepped in: 

“I see you are ready to go, Mr. Henkel,” announced the cadet officer.  “The published order was to the effect that you leave the Naval Academy immediately.  The officer in charge has sent me to see that you comply with the order at once.”

“Oh, well,” muttered Henkel bitterly.  He turned, holding out his hand to his late roommate.

“Goodby, Brimmer; good luck!”

“The same to you,” replied Brimmer, as their hands met.  That was all that was said with the cadet officer of the day looking on, but both of the late roommates understood the compact of dishonor that lay between them concerning Dave Darrin’s coming fate.

With his derby hat pulled low over his eyes and gripping his suit case, Henkel slunk through the corridors of Bancroft Hall.  Now he faced the hardest ordeal of all in going out through the entrance of the great white building, beyond which stood many groups of midshipmen.

Now these young men of the Navy caught sight of Henkel.  No goodbyes were called out to him.  Instead, as his feet struck the flagging of the walk scores of lips were puckered.  The midshipmen gave the departing one a whistled tune and furnished the drum part with their hands.  That tune was ­

“The Rogue’s March.”