er so that I
can almost feel it dancing inside of me."

As he spoke, Dalzell clapped both hands to his lower left side
and jumped up and down.

"You heathen, your liver isn't there," laughed the time-keeper.

"Isn't it?" demanded Dan. "Now, I'm ready to maintain, at all
times, that I know more about my liver and its hanging-out place
than anyone else possibly can."

There was a note of half challenge in this, but the time-keeper
merely laughed and turned away. Members of the second class usually
feel too grave and dignified to "take it out of" plebes. That
work is left to the "youngsters" of the third class.

A little later Mr. Quimby presented himself for medical attendance.
His face certainly showed signs of the need of tender ministration.
"Dan, why in the world are you so fresh?" remonstrated Dave,
when the two chums were back in their room. "You talk as though
you wanted to fight every man in the upper classes. You'll get
your wish, if you don't look out."

"Old fellow," replied Dalzell quizzically, "I expect to get into
two or three more fights. I don't mean to be touge, but I do
intend to let it be seen that I look upon it as a lark to be called
out. Then, if I win the next two or three fights also, I won't
be bothered any after that. This is my own scheme for joining the
peace society before long."

Nor is it wholly doubtful that Dan's was the best plan, in the
long run, for a peaceful life among a lot of spirited young men.

CHAPTER XI

MIDSHIPMAN HENKEL DOES SOME THINKING

"Busy" asked Midshipman Henkel, of the fourth class, stepping
into the room which Farley and Page shared.

The release bell had just sounded, giving all of the young men
a brief interval of freedom before taps.

"Not especially," laughed Farley, as he finished stacking his
books and papers neatly.

It was about a week after the night of Dan's fight with Midshipman
Quimby.

"Let me get a good look at your face, Farley, under the light,"
continued Henkel. "Why, it looks almost natural again. My, but
it was a rough pounding that fellow, Darrin, gave it!"

"Yes," nodded Farley, flushing.

"Let me see; isn't it about time that you squared matters up with
Darrin?" went on Midshipman Henkel.

"How? What do you mean?" demanded Farley, while Page, too, looked
on with interest.

"Well, first of all, Darrin gets the whole bunch of us ragged by the
watchman. The when you object, he pounds your face at his ow