[Illustration: Darrin's Blow Knocked the Midshipman Down] DAVE DARRIN'S SECOND YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS or Two Midshipmen as Naval Academy "Youngsters" By H. IRVING HANCOCK Illustrated MCMXI CONTENTS CHAPTER I. A QUESTION OF MIDSHIPMAN HONOR II. DAVE'S PAP-SHEET ADVICE III. MIDSHIPMAN PENNINGTON GOES TOO FAR IV. A LITTLE MEETING ASHORE V. WHEN THE SECONDS WONDERED VI. IN TROUBLE ON FOREIGN SOIL VII. PENNINGTON GETS HIS WISH VIII. THE TRAGEDY OF THE GALE IX. THE DESPAIR OF THE "RECALL" X. THE GRIM WATCH FROM THE WAVES XI. MIDSHIPMAN PENNINGTON'S ACCIDENT XII. BACK IN THE HOME TOWN XIII. DAN RECEIVES A FEARFUL FACER XIV. THE FIRST HOP WITH THE HOME GIRLS XV. A DISAGREEABLE FIRST CLASSMAN XVI. HOW DAN FACED THE BOARD XVII. LOSING THE TIME-KEEPER'S COUNT XVIII. FIGHTING THE FAMOUS DOUBLE BATTLE XIX. THE OFFICER IN CHARGE IS SHOCKED XX. CONCLUSION CHAPTER I A QUESTION OF MIDSHIPMAN HONOR "How can a midshipman and gentleman act in that way?" The voice of Midshipman David Darrin, United States Navy, vibrated uneasily as he turned to his comrades. "It's a shame--that's what it is," quivered Mr. Farley, also of the third class at the United States Naval Academy. "But the question is," propounded Midshipman Dan Dalzell, "what are we going to do about it?" "Is it any part of our business to bother with the fellow?" demanded Farley half savagely. Now Farley was rather hot-tempered, though he was "all there" in points that involved the honor of the brigade of midshipmen. Five midshipmen stood in the squalid, ill-odored back room of a Chinese laundry in the town of Annapolis. There was a sixth midshipman present in the handsome blue uniform of the brigade; and it was upon this sixth one that the anger and disgust of the other five had centered. He lay in a sleep too deep for stirring. On the still, foul air floated fumes that were new to those of his comrades who now gazed down on him. "To think that one of our class could make such a beast of himself!" sighed Dave Darrin. "And on the morning of the very day we're to ship for the summer cruise," uttered Farley angrily. "Oh, well" growled Hallam, "why not let this animal of lower grade sleep just where he is? Let him take what he has fairly brought upon himself!" "That's the very question that is agitating me," declared Dave Darrin, to whom these other members of the third class looked as a leader when there was a point involving class honor. Dave had became a leader through suffering. Readers of the preceding volume in this series, "DAVE DARRIN'S FIRST YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS," will need no introduction to this fine specimen of spirited and honorable young American.