"Quite," nodded Dave, who had about succeeded in stanching the flow of blood from his injured nose. "Does Mr. Jetson desire to take his coat off or not?"
"Yes!" cried Jetson tempestuously, unb.u.t.toning his own overcoat and tossing it to the ground. "Now, take yours off, Mr. Darrin!"
"It"s off," responded Dave, tossing the garment aside. "Now, look to yourself, sir!"
The two second cla.s.smen closed in furiously. It was give and take, for a few moments. 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.
"Joyce," asked Hepson, "will you kindly remain with Jetson and see that he is a.s.sisted to the hospital, if he needs it? It won"t do for too many of us, especially Darry, to be found here by any officer who may be pa.s.sing."
"I"ll attend to it," nodded Midshipman Joyce, "though I"d rather perform the service for any other fellow in the brigade."
Now that the affair was over, and Dave, after inspecting the damage to his dress coat, was pulling on his overcoat, he was suddenly recalled to other responsibilities.
"Danny boy," he said ruefully, as Hepson walked away with them, "I can"t very well get back to the hop soon--perhaps not at all tonight. I can"t go back in this torn coat, and I may not be able to borrow another that will fit me well. Will you be good enough to hurry back and explain to Belle why I am delayed--perhaps prevented from seeing her again tonight?"
"Certainly," nodded Dalzell, turning and hastening back.
"Now, what was it all about, Darry?" asked Hepson, as he walked along with Dave.
Midshipman Darrin explained the trouble as well as he could.
"So the idiot accused you of keeping him off the football eleven!"
demanded Hepson in astonishment.
"Yes; and I offered to prove, by you, that I had nothing to do with his exclusion from the team."
"Why the sole and whole reason why Jetson wasn"t called to the Navy team," declared Hepson, "was because he was believed to be too awkward and too dangerous to other players. Whew, but I"m certainly sorry this thing has happened!"
"So am I," Dave confessed candidly.
"And Jet made the further fool mistake of declaring that he wouldn"t accept the word of any midshipman in the brigade."
"Something of the sort."
"Why, that"s a wholesale, blanket insult to the whole brigade. Darry, your cla.s.s will have to take action over such a remark as that."
"Oh, Jetson uttered the remark in the heat of an exceptional temper."
"That won"t save him," predicted Hepson sagely. "The insult is there and it will stick. Your cla.s.s, Darry, would lose caste with the fellows here if it allowed such an insult to go."
"Well, if it gets around, I suppose some sort of action will have to be taken."
"The second cla.s.s, under the circ.u.mstances, can"t do much less than send Jetson to Coventry."
"Oh, that would be too much!" Dave protested generously. "Jetson has always been an honorable, square fellow in the past."
"He has always been infernally sulky and high-handed," growled Midshipman Hepson.
"A bad temper is not such an uncommon failing," smiled Dave.
"No; but there are limits to the amount of temper that a gentleman may display and still be worthy to a.s.sociate with gentlemen," contended Hepson stubbornly. "It"s the insult to the whole brigade that I"m thinking of. Darry, I"ll wager that your cla.s.s won"t and can"t do less than give Jetson a trip to Coventry."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Take Off Your Overcoat, Mr. Darrin."]
"Oh, that would be too much--unjust!" protested Dave.
"The cla.s.s will do it just the same."
"If the cla.s.s mixes up in my affair, and carries it so far as to send Jetson to Coventry, I"ll be hanged if I don"t go there with him!" cried Darrin impulsively.
The words were out. A man of Darrin"s honest nature would feel bound to stand by even that heated utterance.
"Oh, come, now, Darry, don"t be so foolish over a fellow who has treated you in such fashion."
"I"ve said it, haven"t I?" asked Dave grimly. "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?"
"If I can find one that fits."
"Take my advice, then. Don"t just borrow, and thereby run a chance of getting both yourself and the lender in trouble. For of course you know that one can never tell when an inspection may be made, and the man whose dress coat was gone would have to account for it. So go to the O. C., state that your coat was accidentally torn, and ask permission to borrow one in order that you may return and escort your ladies back to the hotel. Your O. C. won"t raise any objection to that."
"But he might want to see the coat that I have on," grimaced Dave. "Then the O. C. would be sure to see the blood-drips on my shirt front, or the collar, at least. Then talk of a mere accident might lead to questions as to the nature of the accident."
"True," nodded Hepson. "Then get back to your room. Get out clean linen and get into it. While you"re doing that I"ll negotiate the loan of a dress coat that will fit. Then you can go to the O. C., after you"ve changed the telltale linen."
This course, accordingly, was followed. Dave changed his linen as quickly as he could, while Hepson appeared with three borrowed dress coats for a try-on. One was found to fill the bill. Resting it over a chair, Darrin slipped on his service blouse and reported to the O.C. Permission was granted to borrow a dress coat. If the officer in charge felt any suspicion or curiosity as to the nature of the accident he cleverly concealed the fact.
A good deal of time, however, had been consumed. By the time that Midshipman Dave Darrin returned to the hop the orchestra was just breaking into the strains of "Home, Sweet Home."
Dave"s quick glance roved the floor and the seats. He beheld Belle Meade, seated at the side, while Farley bent over her in an inviting att.i.tude.
Darrin quickly reached the scene. Belle saw him coming, just in time to refrain from taking Farley"s arm.
"You won"t mind this time, will you, Farl?" Dave asked, smiling.
"I had given you up," said Belle, as they moved away together in the dance.
"Of course Dan told you what had delayed me."
"He told me you would return as soon as you could," replied Miss Meade, "but he was provokingly mysterious as to the cause of your absence."
"There was a little trouble," Dave whispered.
"Are you in trouble?" asked Belle quickly, her cheeks paling.