"Come along, fellows," urged Dan Dalzell in a low voice. "Mr. Jetson seems to have no intention either of explaining or of affording other satisfaction."
"Hold on, Mr. Jetson, you needn"t answer him," interposed Darrin quickly, as Jetson opened his mouth. "First of all this affair seems to concern me. You"ve intimated that I"m no friend of yours and not worthy to be ranked as such. Now, I ask you, fairly and flatly, what has brought your mind to this pitch? What have I done, or what haven"t I done?"
"Search your conscience," jeered Jetson.
"I"ve been doing so ever since this foolish conversation started, and I haven"t found the answer yet. All I recall, Jetson, is that, at the outset of my football practice, there was some little unpleasantness between us. You injured me, twice, in practice play, and I admit that I was somewhat angry about it at the time. But you gave your word that you hadn"t intended any tricks against me. I believed you to be a man of honor, and I accepted your word that you were innocent of evil intention against me. Having accepted your word, I held no further grudge in the matter, and I have as nearly forgotten the whole business as a man with a memory can."
"Then tell me why I didn"t play on the football eleven?" flamed up Midshipman Jetson.
"Princ.i.p.ally, I imagine, because Captain Hepson, after consultation with the coaches, didn"t call you to the Navy eleven."
"And why didn"t Hepson call me?" followed up Jetson, all his pent-up sulkiness boiling over now.
"I don"t know, particularly. Probably, I imagine, for the same reason that he didn"t call a lot of other men to the eleven--because he believed he could make a better choice."
"Darrin, you know well enough that you so influenced Hepson to keep me off the team!"
"Jetson, are you mad?"
"No; but I"m naturally angry."
"I give you my word that I didn"t do anything to prevent your making the team."
"And you expect me, Mr. Darrin, to believe that?"
"If you decline to do so, it amounts to pa.s.sing the lie. But I"ll overlook that for a moment. Joyce, I think Hepson is not dancing at present. Will you return to the hop, and, if he is not dancing, will you bring him out here?"
"I don"t want to see Hepson," cried Midshipman Jetson. "You"re the only one I"m interested in in this matter, Mr. Darrin."
"You"ve virtually refused to accept my word."
"I do so refuse."
"Then you call me--"
"A liar, if you like!" snapped back Midshipman Jetson.
"Sir, do you realize--"
"I realize that you"re still talking!" sneered Jetson.
"Then I won"t talk any longer," replied Dave Darrin in a quiet but dangerous voice. "Since you refuse to listen even to Hepson--"
"Who"s taking my name in vain?" demanded a laughing voice as a burly figure moved in between Dave and his enemy.
The new comer was Hepson, who had come upon the group unnoticed.
"Perhaps you"re just in time, Hep," murmured Dave, fighting to cool down his temper. "I wanted you to prove--"
"Stop!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Jetson angrily. In his extreme pa.s.sion he threw all restraint and courtesy to the winds. "I wouldn"t take the word of Hepson, or of any man in the entire brigade in this matter. Darrin has lied, and--"
"Step aside, Hep, please," urged Dave, giving the late football captain a gentle shove. "This matter can"t go any further in words. Mr. Jetson, you have insulted me, and grossly. Are you capable of cooling down? Do you wish to retract?--to apologize?"
"Apologize to you--you--"
Whatever the word was, it didn"t get out, for in the same instant Darrin cried warningly:
"Guard yourself!"
Midshipman Jetson threw up his hands, but Darrin"s right fist landed across his offending mouth with such force as to fell the sulky midshipman flat to the earth.
CHAPTER XVII
AN AFFAIR OF SULKS
Having struck the blow, Midshipman Darrin stepped back, to give his opponent an un.o.bstructed chance to rise to his feet.
"What"s this all about?" demanded Midshipman Hepson wonderingly.
"It"s gone too far for talk, now," replied Dan Dalzell. "Wait until Darry has put a new head on this idiot."
Jetson took his time about getting to his feet When he did rise he didn"t a.s.sume his guard at once.
"Well," asked Darrin coolly, but mockingly, "have you had all you can stand, or are you going to back up your wild, crazy statements?"
Suddenly Jetson raised one of his feet quickly, as though to kick Dave in the belt line.
"Here, stop that!" cried Hepson and Joyce in the same breath, as they sprang forward. Darrin, seeing others interfere, didn"t attempt to strike back, but merely stepped aside.
That was the chance for which Jetson had been watching. His kick didn"t land; he hadn"t intended that it should, but Dave"s surprised recoil gave the other the chance that he really wanted. Both of Jetson"s fists struck on Dave"s nose, drawing a flood of the crimson.
"You coward! You cur!" gasped amazed Dalzell.
"Silence, all!" ordered Hepson, speaking by virtue of being a first cla.s.sman. "Jet is crazy, but he can"t be expected to take up more than one affair at a time. Darry, take your time to stop the flow of blood.
Then you can demand an accounting of Jetson."
"I"ve nothing more to say," remarked Jetson. "I was struck and I"ve returned the blow with interest. That ends my concern in the affair. Good night, all."
"Hold on!" ordered Hepson, bounding forward and laying a strong, detaining hand on Jetson"s shoulder. "You can"t slip away like that.
Matters have gone so far that they"ll simply have to go further. You"d put yourself wholly in the wrong by withdrawing now--especially after the slimy trick that you"ve played a fair opponent."
"Slimy, eh?" cried Jetson angrily. "Mr. Hepson, you and I will have to have an accounting, too!"
"Oh, just as you like," responded the first cla.s.sman, shrugging his shoulders. "You"ll find it a better rule, however, to stick to one affair at a time. Darry, are you in shape, now, to attend to this matter from your point of view?"