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I'll drop in and get a bottle of soda lemonade." Tony saw the fourth classman coming, and a peculiar smile crossed his lips. On the occasion on which Brimmer had pointed out the chums to the Greek the latter had understood that it was Dan who was to be the principal victim. "Good afternoon, Tony!" was Dan's greeting, as he stepped into the shop. "Merry Christmas."
"And to think, Darry, that you can never play on the Navy eleven again!" groaned a second classman. "You'll have some one else in my place," laughed Dave. "The Navy never before had a football player like you, and we'll never have one again," insisted the same man. "Dalzell's kind come once in about every five years, but your kind, Darry, never come back -in the Navy!"
Nor did his zeal stop there; he offered to read an hour a day with him; and owned it would afford him the keenest gratification to turn out an Oxford first classman from his asylum. This remark puzzled Alfred and set him thinking; it bore a subtle family resemblance to the observations he heard every day from the patients; it was so one-eyed. Soon Alfred became the doctor's pet maniac.
"If you do not retract what you just said," pursued Dave Darrin, growing cooler now that he realized the deliberate nature of the affront that had been put upon him, "I shall have no choice but to send my friends to you." "Delighted to see them, at any time," replied the first classman, turning disdainfully upon his heel and strolling away.
An upper classman, if he felt he had to, might safely become a leader of freshmen in the Y. M. C. A. But when one Sunday evening I disturbed a peaceful pipe-smoking crowd by wondering why it was that we were all so bored in chapel, there fell an embarrassing silence until someone growled good-humoredly, "Don't bite off more'n you can chew."
Of course, the hop comes on for to-morrow night. Let me have until Sunday evening. Meanwhile I'll talk with some of the other fellows of my class. You both come in here Sunday evening, and I'll have the answer for you if there's any possible way of finding one." With that the chums had to be content. Expressing their gratitude to this friendly first classman, they withdrew.
It will make the situation even clearer to the reader to explain that Dave was back in the home town, on his September leave, after just having completed his second summer practice cruise with the three upper classes from Annapolis. Dave was now a fine looking and "husky" second classman. He was just a shade more than half way through his course of instruction at Annapolis.
He danced with the local Chickadees, but all the time his Heart was far away, in the Dramatic Column. Suddenly he found that he was an Upper Classman, to whom each Neophyte touched the Leaf of Lettuce balanced on top of the Head, ostensibly as a Cap. He became endowed with the divine Right to hit himself on the Leg with a Walking Stick and sit on a hallowed Fence.
Darrin wins the second fight." Dave, a satisfied look on his face, stepped back to his seconds. This time he did not require as much attention. Within five minutes he was dressed. By this time Mr. Treadwell, under the ministrations of his seconds and of the late officials, was just coming back to consciousness. "Something happened, eh?" asked the top classman drowsily. "Rather!" murmured Mr.
"You two come for me, and I'll be ready. And I thank both of you fellows for taking up the matter for me." "We'll be mighty glad to be there, Darry," grinned Farley, "for we look to see you finish off that first classman." "Maybe," smiled Dave quietly. "I'll do all I can, anyway."
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