The delay in action was by no means due to lack of cla.s.s interest. The cla.s.s seethed with interest in the affair, but with many of the midshipmen there was a belief that here was a case where slow and thoughtful consideration would be best for all concerned.
Darry was too good a fellow, and far too popular to be forced out of fellowship if it didn"t have to be done to preserve the present feeling of ruffled cla.s.s dignity.
Knowing that the matter hadn"t been dropped, the first and third cla.s.ses waited--in curiosity. The fourth cla.s.s really had no standing in such weighty matters of the internal discipline of the brigade.
Every time that Dave Darrin pa.s.sed Jetson he spoke pleasantly to the latter. The sulky one, however, did not respond.
"Some day, Darry, you"ll tumble that you"ve been played for a fool,"
grumbled Farley.
"Then I"ll have the satisfaction, won"t I, of knowing that it"s all my own fault?" smiled Dave Darrin.
"Yes; but I hate to see you go to pieces for a fellow like Jetson."
The following Sat.u.r.day afternoon Darrin came in from a brisk walk, to find Dan poring over his books at the study desk.
"Letter there for you," said Dan, without looking up, as Dave, after glancing into the room, had turned with the intention of calling on Farley and Page.
"Thank you." Darrin crossed the room, picking up the letter. "From Belle," he remarked. "The second from her this week, and I haven"t written her. Answering letters should be part of a man"s honor, so instead of cruising about on the deck, I reckon I"d better sit down and write Belle."
"What are you going to tell her?" asked Dan quietly, without looking up.
"Hang it all!" grumbled Dave. "This is where the situation begins to be tough. Of course you understand how things are, Danny boy, and you are aware that I have asked Belle to take upon herself the right to be equally interested with me in my career."
"It is tough," a.s.sented Dan, with ready sympathy, and laying aside his book for the moment. "If my memory serves, Belle asked particularly, when she was here, that you let her know how the Jetson row turned out."
"Yes; she did."
"And now you"ve got to tell her--what?"
"Have I got to tell her?" wondered Darrin aloud. "Yes; any other course would be unfair. But another question is, have I a right to tell her just what took place in a cla.s.s meeting?"
"I think so," spoke up Dalzell. "Of course, you needn"t attempt to report the speeches, or anything like that, but it"s rather clear to me that you have a right to tell Belle the exact news so far as it affects you--and therefore her."
"Thank you." Dave drew out stationery, picked up a pen and began to write. Dalzell returned to his text-book. When Dave had written the letter, he read to Dan the portion that related to a description of the Jetson matter before the cla.s.s.
"I think it"s all right to send that much of a statement," nodded Dan.
"Then I"m going to mail the letter at once, and it will go out to-night.
Belle tells me that she is extremely anxious to know the outcome of the matter. Poor girl, I"m afraid my letter may be even worse than no news."
"Belle didn"t betroth herself to the uniform or the Navy, if I know her," returned Dan quietly.
Dave went out and mailed the letter. It would not reach Belle until Monday morning. Wednesday afternoon, on returning from the last recitation, Dave found her answer on his study table.
"Want to hear a part of it, Dan?" questioned Midshipman Darrin.
"Of course I do," admitted that young man.
"Listen, then," and Dave read from Belle"s letter as follows:
""I won"t attempt to say that I am not in the least worried or bothered over the turn the Jetson matter has taken,"" ran Belle"s letter. ""I can"t help feeling vitally interested in anything that concerns you. But you tell me that you have followed your own sense of honor and your own conscience in the matter. The best man that ever lived couldn"t do better than that. I hope--oh, I _do_ hope--that the whole affair will turn out in some way that will not be disagreeable to you. But remember, Dave, that the lightheaded little High School girl who plighted her faith to you is interested in you--not particularly in a future Naval officer, necessarily. If the affair should go to the worst ending, and you find it advisable to resign from the Naval Academy on account of any cla.s.s feeling, there are plenty of bright prospects in life for an honorable and capable man. Don"t ever imagine that I shall be disappointed over anything that you do, as long as you remain true to yourself and your manhood. And I will add, if you care to know it, that I approve of what you have done and am proud of you for your grit to do the right thing,""
"A great girl!" cried Dan admiringly. "Just the kind of girl, too, that I was sure she is."
"Just the same," commented Dave musingly, "I know quite well that Belle has set her heart on seeing me serve in the Navy with credit."
"She wanted that because she knew you wanted it," Dan a.s.sured him.
Darrin was in the middle of his week"s studies, where every minute"s work counted, but he took the time to write an intense, if short, answer to Belle"s letter. That finished, and dropped in the mail-box, he went back to his room and began to study.
Rap-tap! Farley slipped into the room.
"Thought I"d better come right away, Darry," explained the caller. "The news won"t keep. A cla.s.s meeting is called for Friday night right after supper. You know what that means, don"t you?"
"Yes," Dave answered steadily.
"Old fellow, we all hope to see you come back to yourself at the meeting," went on Farley earnestly, resting a hand on Dave"s blue sleeve.
"Meaning that I should desert my convictions and bow to the cla.s.s?"
"Yes; if you put it that way. Darry, old friend, don"t feel that you know more than the entire brigade."
"I don"t," Dave answered.
"Then you"ll drop the line of talk you started the other night?"
"No."
"Darry, old friend!"
"I haven"t changed my mind. Then, if I changed my att.i.tude, wouldn"t I be acting a false part?"
"Don"t be, a prig, Darry!"
"Be a knave instead, eh?"
"Darry, you ought to have been born a Puritan!"
"I"m glad I wasn"t," Dave smiled.
"And are you enjoying yourself?"
"No," Dave answered seriously. "I"m not. Neither is Jetson. It is likely that the cla.s.s may do a great injustice to us both."
"Why are you so struck on a fellow like Jetson?" pursued the other midshipman.
"I"m not," Dave rejoined. "But I think, if he could be awakened, he has qualities that would make us all like him."