pass in review
before one of our medical gentlemen, and do whatever he deems best."

"Dan," murmured Dave, "go over and ask Farley whether he cares
to shake hands."

Dan crossed in quest of the information.

"Never!" growled Farley, with a hissing intake of breath.

"It's a shame to have bad blood after the fight is over," muttered
Tyson rebukingly.

"I don't want anything to do with that fellow until we meet again,"
growled Farley.

"Great Scott, mister! You don't think of calling Mister Darrin
out again, do you?" demanded Tyson, with a gasp.

"Yes; if he can be made to fight fair!" snarled Farley.

"He fought fairly this time, mister," replied Second Class Man
Tyson, almost with heat. "You're a fast, heavy and hard scrapper
for your age, mister, but the other man simply out-pointed you
all through the game. If you call him out again, and he meets
you, he can kill you if he sees fit."

"Misters," directed Midshipman Trotter, addressing Henkel and
Page, "you'd better hurry to get your man over to a surgeon if
you want to be in your rooms at lights-out time."

As Page and Henkel started away with their unfortunate comrade,
Dave approached Tyson.

"Sir, do you believe that I fought with entire fairness?" asked
Darrin of the referee.

"Fair? Of course you did, mister," replied Tyson. "Come along,
Trotter."

Dave, who had dressed some time before, now turned with Dan and
Rollins and started back. They took pains not to be seen close
to the upper class men.

"Who won?" demanded a fourth class man, curiously, as they neared
Bancroft Hall.

"Farley will tell you tomorrow if he's able," grinned Dan.

When taps sounded on the bugle, that evening, all of the midshipmen,
save Farley, were in their rooms.

Promptly as the last note of taps broke on the air the last of the
midshipmen was in bed, and the electric light was turned off from a
master switch. The inspection of rooms was on.

CHAPTER IX

DAN JUST CAN'T HELP BEING "TOUGE"

Fourth Class Man Farley did not put in an appearance at breakfast
formation in the morning.

As this was the opening day of the first term of the academic
year it was a bad time to be "docked for repairs" at the hospital.

Merely reading over the list of the fourth class studies did not
convey to the new men much idea of how hard they were to find
their work.

In the department of Marine Engineering and Naval Construction
there were lessons in mechanical d