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All I did was to try to throw my personal weight against it." "And you compelled the class to adjourn without attending to Jetson's case." "You're wrong, there, Farl" "Didn't you?" "I certainly didn't." "Darry, you knew the class wouldn't vote to send you to Coventry just because you had ventured to give your opinion.
"It would be an utter injustice, and I'm not going to see something that is my own affair distorted into an injustice that would be altogether out of proportion to Jetson's offense." By this time the strolling pair of midshipmen had reached the entrance to Bancroft Hall. "What are you going to try to do about your dress coat, Darry?" asked Hepson in an undertone. "Borrow one?"
What are these Saturday evenings for, anyway, when there's no way of spending them agreeably?" "For a good many of the men, who want to get through," smiled Dave, "Saturday evening is a heaven-sent chance to do a little more studying against a blue next week. As for Danny boy, I imagine he must have carried his grin up to Wilson's room. Or, maybe, to Jetson's.
The Hepworths lived chiefly in the room at the back. The light in the drawing-room may have been switched off for economy's sake. Jetson recounted the incident on reaching home, not as anything remarkable, but just as one mentions an item of gossip. The only one who appears to have attached any meaning to the affair was Jetson's youngest daughter, then a girl of eighteen.
Jetson's retraction or apology could be made any more explicit. I trust to see Mr. Farley's motion, seconded by Mr. Jetson has been restored to the fullest measure of class and brigade fellowship." "Any further remarks?" questioned the class president, when Darrin had seated himself. "If not, I will state the motion."
In the end, Farley returned to his own room, pondering deeply and trying to think out some plan of speech or of action that would save Midshipman Dave Darrin from the class anger that seemed certain to come. After supper and just before study time was due, Dave went to Jetson's door and knocked. As he entered he found Warner, the other midshipman quartered there, as well as Jetson.
Being no coward, Jetson stood well up to the work, driving in for himself at least two out of every five blows that were landed. Rap-tap-tap! sounded on the door, but neither combatant heard. Smash! Dan's forceful right landed on Jetson's neck, sending that midshipman to the floor, whereupon Dalzell sprang back three paces. "Take your time getting on to your feet," called Dan in a low voice.
It turned out to be Jetson's foreman, who had to leave by an early train in the morning, and had found that he needed some further instructions. But the terror in Hepworth's face was unmistakable.
Jetson will resume his place as right tackle on the second eleven." "Jetson's not here, sir," called a midshipman. "Where is he?" asked Coach Havens. "I think he went off the field, sir, to un-tog." "He should not have left the field without permission," remarked the coach coldly. Jetson heard of the remark that evening, and his anger against Dave Darrin increased.
In the clinches, however, Jetson succeeded in tearing Darrin's dress coat, and also in starting the blood again so that the crimson dripped down on Dave's white shirt front. At the end of a full minute, however, Darrin had sent his enemy to the ground, stopped in a knock-out. Both of Jetson's eyes were also closed and badly swollen.
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