yce bluntly.

"It would be a long story about Darrin," replied Midshipman Jetson. "He
had the grace to show me that I was a constitutional ass, with perhaps
some slight chance of being reborn. To make it short, Darrin persuaded me
to come before the class, eat humble pie and set myself right with
myself, even if I couldn't with the class."

"It was beautifully done, Jet," murmured Page, who was tremendously
grateful at seeing Dave Darrin rescued from sacrificing himself to a
principle.

"If any of you fellows catch me in the sulks hereafter," spoke up Jetson,
though he winced as he said it, "I hope the man who catches me will do me
the very great favor of passing me a few sound kicks before others have a
chance to catch me to the bad."

"Bully for you--you're all right, Jet!" called several warmly.

Fully half of the class members had left the room by this time. Dan
Dalzell, who had been thunderstruck, and who was now full of questions,
was being urged out of the room by Dave.

"So Darry converted you, did he?" laughed Joyce. "Bully for Darry. Why,
that great and good fellow dared the class to send him to Coventry after
it got through with you. He accused the class of kicking a man without
giving that man a chance to get up on his feet."

"It's a good deal like Darrin," remarked Jetson, his eyes a trifle
misty, "though it took me a thundering long time to realize that Darrin
was really of that kind."

"How did it happen, any way?" insisted Farley.

"You've heard nothing about it?"

"Not a word--not a hint," protested Page eagerly.

There were less than twenty of the midshipmen now remaining in the
room, so Jetson did not feel as embarrassed as he might have done had
he been called upon to give the recital before a class meeting. He
told his listeners the story of Dave's splendid conduct in the gym.
that afternoon, and of the talk that had followed the reconciliation
of the enemies.

"That was like good old Darry again," remarked Farley proudly. "No fellow
has a warmer temper than Darry when he's aroused to righteous anger, but
no fellow has a more generous temper at all times."

"Let's go down and jump in on Darry, all hands!" proposed Joyce.

"Listen!" warned Farley.

Study call! That took the young men hastily to their regular
academic duties.

"One thing this business has done," remarked Midshipman Farley, looking
up from his books.

"I'll be the goat," murmured Page.

"Darry has always been s