"The insult is there and it will stick.

Your class, Darry, would lose caste with the fellows here if it allowed such an insult to go." "Well, if it gets around, I suppose some sort of action will have to be taken." "The second class, under the circumstances, can't do much less than send Jetson to Coventry." "Oh, that would be too much!" Dave protested generously.

"Jetson has always been an honorable, square fellow in the past." "He has always been infernally sulky and high-handed," growled Midshipman Hepson.
"A bad temper is not such an uncommon failing," smiled Dave.
"No; but there are limits to the amount of temper that a gentleman may display and still be worthy to associate with gentlemen," contended Hepson stubbornly.

"It's the insult to the whole brigade that I'm thinking of.

Darry, I'll wager that your class won't and can't do less than give Jetson a trip to Coventry." [Illustration: "Take Off Your Overcoat, Mr.Darrin."] "Oh, that would be too much--unjust!" protested Dave.
"The class will do it just the same." "If the class mixes up in my affair, and carries it so far as to send Jetson to Coventry, I'll be hanged if I don't go there with him!" cried Darrin impulsively.
The words were out.