"If you make such pretense in either case," t.i.ttered Dave Darrin, "then you"re a liar!"
"Fellow!" sputtered Pennington, turning white with anger.
"I mean what I say, and I can back it up," muttered Darrin.
"Then I"ll make you eat your words!" roared Pennington.
Clenching his fists and with the boxer"s att.i.tude, Pen aimed two swift blows at Darrin.
Neither blow reached, however, for Dave dodged out of the way. Then Darrin struck back, a straight, true, forceful blow that landed on the other midshipman"s nose, knocking him down.
Pennington staggered somewhat when he rose, but he was quickly up, none the less, and ready for anything that might happen.
All of a sudden Dan Dalzell felt his own heart going down into his shoes. One of the ship"s officers had just entered the pa.s.sageway, in time to see what was going on.
CHAPTER IV
A LITTLE MEETING ASh.o.r.e
"Stop it, both of you," whispered Dan.
"Stand at attention, ready to salute the officer."
Pennington, with the blood flowing from his damaged nose, would have made a most ludicrous figure saluting!
The instant that he saw such evidence as Pen"s nose presented the officer would be bound to make inquiries.
Then, just as surely, his next step must be to Border the three before the commandant of midshipmen.
Fighting carries with it a severe penalty. Even Dan was certain to be reported, through the mere fact of his presence there, as aiding in a fight. And those who aid are punished as severely as the princ.i.p.als themselves.
It was a tense, fearsome instant, for midshipmen have been dismissed from the Naval Academy for this very offense.
The pa.s.sage was not brilliantly lighted.
The on-coming officer, a lieutenant, junior grade, was looking at the floor as he came along.
Suddenly he paused, seemed lost in thought, then wheeled and walked back whence he had come.
Dan breathed more easily. Dave heaved a sigh of relief.
As for Pennington, that midshipman had wheeled and was stealing rapidly down the pa.s.sageway, intent only on escape.
"That was the closest squeak we"ll ever have without being ragged cold,"
murmured Dalzell tremulously.
"Where is Pennington?" demanded Dave, wheeling about after he had watched the Naval lieutenant out of sight.
"Ducked out of sight, like a submarine," chuckled Dan.
At that moment the call for midshipmen"s dinner formation sounded. Dave and Dan were ready.
Pennington showed up just after the line had started to march into the midshipmen"s mess tables.
To the inquiry of the officer in charge, Pen lamely explained that he had b.u.mped his nose into something hard in a poorly lighted pa.s.sageway.
Though the officer accepted the excuse, he smiled within himself.
"It wasn"t iron or steel that b.u.mped that young man"s nose," thought the officer.
"Oh, the middies haven"t changed a lot since I boned at Annapolis!"
Pennington"s nose was no very lovely member of his face at that moment.
It had been struck hard, mashed rather flat, and now looked like a red bulb.
"Meet with an accident, Pen?" asked Hallam curiously at table.
"Quit your kidding, please," requested Pennington sulkily.
That directed the curious glances of other middies at Pennington"s new bulbous nose.
The young man was so brusque about it, however, that other table mates ceased quizzing him.
Yet, as soon as the meal was over, many a youngster asked others of his cla.s.s for news regarding Pen. But none possessed it.
During the brief rest that followed the meal, however, Midshipman Pennington made it his business to try to meet Dave Darrin alone. He succeeded, finding Dave staring off across the water at the port rail.
"Of course, Mr. Darrin," began the other midshipman, in a voice suggestive of ice, "you are aware that the incident of an hour ago cannot be allowed to pa.s.s unnoticed."
"I don"t believe there"s any danger of that," retorted Darrin, with an ironical glance at Pennington"s damaged-looking nose.
"Confound you, sir," hissed the other midshipman, "don"t you dare to be insolent with me."
"Why, I had thought," observed Dave, "that, of your own choice, the period of courtesies between us had pa.s.sed."
"I shall call you out, Mr. Darrin!"
"You"ll find my hearing excellent," smiled Dave. "I shall make but one stipulation."
"I"ll do you the favor of asking what that stipulation is," sneered Pennington.
"Why, after the narrow escape we had from being caught and reported, an hour or so ago, I shall ask that the fight be held where we are not so likely to be caught at it. I don"t care about being dropped from the Naval Academy, nor do I believe you do."
"It would be a good thing for the service, if one of us were to be dropped," sneered Pennington.