Then Midshipman Treadwell held out his hand.
"Here's my hand," he said rather thickly.

"And I apologize, too, Mr.
Darrin." "Then say no more about it, please," begged Dave, as their hands met in a strong clasp.
None of the others present had the least idea of the provocation of this strange, spirited double fight.

All, however, were glad to see the difficulty mended.
Then Dave and his seconds, leaving the field first, made their way back to Bancroft Hall.

Farley and Page went straight to their own room.
"How did it come out ?" demanded Dan Dalzell eagerly, as soon as his chum entered their quarters.
Dropping into a chair, Dave told the story of the double fight briefly.
He told it modestly, too, but Dan could imagine what his chum omitted.
"David, little giant," exclaimed Dalzell, leaping about him, "that fight will become historic here! Oh, how I regret having missed it.

Don't you ever dare to leave me out again!" "It wasn't such a much," smiled Dave rather wearily, as he went over to his study desk.
"Perhaps it's indiscreet, even of a chum," rambled on Dalzell, "but what--" "What was the fight all about ?" laughed Dave softly.