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Dick shouted, in order to make himself heard over the crackling flames and the greater noise of the pounding hoofs. "If we're not safe behind a curtain of flame, there is no other place near where we'd be safer." Danny Grin turned to bolt, but Darry reached out, catching him by the collar and throwing him to the ground. "Don't be a fool, Danny, and don't be panic stricken," Darrin advised.
"Ten minutes past three," muttered coach, thrusting all the papers in his inside pocket and buttoning his coat. "Now, we'll have to take a car and get up to the field on the jump." "But, oh, the task of drilling all the new calls into the fellows between now and Saturday afternoon!" groaned Dave Darrin, in a tone that suggested real misery. "We'll do it," retorted Captain Dick. "We've got to!"
Dave stirred in bed, rolled over so that he could see the lieutenant, and then replied: "Yes, sir." "Rise, Mr. Darrin, and come to attention." Dave got out of bed, but purposely stumbled in doing so. This might give the impression that he had been actually awakened. "Mr. Darrin," demanded Lieutenant Adams, "have you been absent from this room tonight?" "Yes, sir." "After taps was sounded?"
Pollock had been the only other occupant of the room, and that editor has just stepped out to the composing room. "Captain Jarvis received this in the mail this morning, sir," announced Prescott, in a voice that quivered with emotion. Coach glanced through the paper, his face showing plainly what he felt. Then Dick took the paper and passed it to Dave Darrin, who sat consumed by curiosity.
Darrin he seized and hurled several feet into a thicket. Dalzell sought again to wind his arms around the fellow's legs, but was brushed aside as though he had been a fly. Tom Reade received a blow against his right shoulder that sent him reeling away, while Hazelton, in trying to get a new hold, was boxed over his left ear in a way that seemed to make the earth revolve about him.
"And don't you forget Dave Darrin, either!" Late in March, it was the biggest day of Spring out at the High School Athletic Field. This field, the fruit of the labors of the Alumni Association for many years, was a model one even in the best of High School towns. The field, some six acres in extent, lay well outside the city proper.
With Mexican bullets raining about him, the fugitive came on at headlong speed. "Here! Stop!" Ensign Darrin ordered, catching the man and swinging him into a doorway. "Keep in there, and you're safe from the enemy's fire." Swiftly Lieutenant Trent crossed the street to hear the escaped one, whom Darrin was already questioning. "You're an American?" asked Dave. "Yes!" came the answer.
He changed his togs for street clothes as quickly as he could and disappeared. Later, Dave Darrin and Greg Holmes helped Dick on to a street car, and saw him safely home. That knee required further treatment by Dr. Bentley, but there was time, now, and no game depending on the result. "Fred, I can't say much for your appetite tonight," remarked his father at the evening meal.
"And all this, on account of a puppy of a junior who will not use sense and reason at the request of a superior officer!" ground Cantor between his teeth. "I shall pay Darrin for this, and for that greater insult, too." Some minutes before the call to breakfast was due, Darrin and Dalzell appeared from their quarters and walked aft to where a group of the "Long Island's" officers stood.
I beg of you all, classmates, to quash the motion now before the class." "No, no, no!" came the hearty response. "Then, Mr. President and gentlemen," went on Dave Darrin in a voice slow and grave, "speaking for myself, as an individual member, I beg to state that I cannot respect a Coventry ordered under such circumstances.
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