"Fellows," warned Wolgast, "you'll have to look out not to get your heads so full of submarines that you lose to Creighton on Saturday." "On the contrary," retorted Dave, "you can look for us to push Creighton all over the field. We'll do it just as a sheer vent to our new animal spirits." That was a decidedly boastful speech for Dave Darrin, yet on Saturday he made good, or helped tremendously, for Creighton retired from the field with the small end of an eight-to-two score. "Now, hustle on the dressing," roared Wolgast, as they started to un-tog and get under the showers, after the football victory. "What's the need of rush?" demanded Peckham one of the subs. "It doesn't apply to you," Wolgast shot back over his shoulder, as he started on a run to the nearest shower. "I'm talking only to to-night's submarine squad." The six midshipmen found many an envious look shot in their direction. "Those extremely youthful officers seem to have a bad case of spoons on you six," remarked Peckham almost sourly. "Show some nearly human intelligence, and maybe you'll get a chance at one of the Saturday cruises, Peckham," called back Farley, as he began to towel down vigorously. Dave and his friends were the first men of the team to be dressed and ready to leave. "Give our best regards to Davy Jones!" shouted one of the football men. "If you go down to the bottom of Chesapeake Bay, and can't get up again, don't do anything to spoil the fishing," called another middy. By this time Dave Darrin and his mates were outside and on their way to the basin. Lieutenant Jack Benson was the only one of the "Dodger's" officers on view when the midshipmen arrived alongside. They passed aboard, saluting Benson, who returned their salutes without affectation. "All here?" said Benson. "Mr. Somers, tumble the crew on deck!" "Shall we go below, sir?" inquired Dave, again saluting. "Not until so directed," Benson replied. "I wish you to see every detail of the boat handling." At Lieutenant Jack's command the crew threw the hawsers aboard and soon had them out of the way. Benson gave the starting signal to Eph Somers. No sooner had the "Dodger's" hawsers been cast aboard than the submarine torpedo boat headed out. It was a get-away swift enough---almost to take the breath of the midshipmen. "You see, gentlemen," Lieutenant Benson explained quietly, "we act on the theory that in submarine work every second has its value when in action. So we have paid a good deal of attention to the speedy start. Another thing that you will note is that, aboard so small a craft, it is important that, as far as is possible, the crew act without orders for each move. What do you note of the crew just now?" "That they performed their work with lightning speed, sir, and that they have already gone below, without waiting for orders to that effect."