His smile was friendly, though the look in his eyes was cool.
"No-o-o," hesitated Midshipman Joyce.

"I don't believe the fellows will exactly cut you; at least, not unless the situation grows more acute.

But many of the fellows are sore on you for your words last night." "My words were only my words.

My opinion doesn't have to govern anyone else, Joyce." "But, hang it, Darry, the class doesn't want to cut you out! Can't you get that through your head ?" "The class doesn't have to cut me." "But it will, if it puts Jetson in Coventry and you break the Coventry.
That's what the fellows hate to do to you, and that's why they're all so sore at you." "I see," nodded Dave.
"Come, now, Darry, you're going to be reasonable, aren't you ?" begged Joyce.

"Don't break your friends all up with your stubbornness." "I note that two of the fellows are talking with Jetson," continued Dave, letting his glance wander to another group.
"They have a right to," contended Joyce.