"In fact, since the class adjourned its meeting I haven't said a word on the subject except in answer to some other fellow's remarks." Page and Joyce strolled away, leaving Dave by himself to think matters over.

As it happened, the two second classmen with whom Jetson had been talking had now left the sulky midshipman, who, at this moment, was coming down the walk in Dave's direction.
"Good morning, Jetson," nodded Dave pleasantly, though not too cordially.
Midshipman Jetson paused a moment, looked Darrin full in the eyes, and then passed on.
"Not promising material to work with, at first," Dave told himself, laughingly.
There was no time for further thought, for it was within two or three minutes for the first formation for morning recitations.

Dave ran back to his room, picked up a book and a writing pad.
"How have the fellows been treating you, chum ?" asked Dalzell, looking up anxiously.
"To a most liberal dose of advice," laughed Darrin.
Dan sighed.
"Do you wish I'd take some of the advice, old fellow ?" "I don't know that I do," Dan answered slowly and with unwonted gravity for him.

"I'm not one of the padre's star young men, and I don't often discourse on morality.

Yet I'm inclined to believe that, when a fellow goes contrary to the spirit of the crowd, and is satisfied that he is doing so from generous and manly motives, he is pretty likely to be pursuing the right course.