CHAPTER XX.
"DON'T BE A FOOL, DARRY!" A week went by without another class meeting.
For that reason Midshipman Jetson was still nominally in good fellowship.
The delay in action was by no means due to lack of class interest.

The class seethed with interest in the affair, but with many of the midshipmen there was a belief that here was a case where slow and thoughtful consideration would be best for all concerned.
Darry was too good a fellow, and far too popular to be forced out of fellowship if it didn't have to be done to preserve the present feeling of ruffled class dignity.
Knowing that the matter hadn't been dropped, the first and third classes waited--in curiosity.

The fourth class really had no standing in such weighty matters of the internal discipline of the brigade.
Every time that Dave Darrin passed Jetson he spoke pleasantly to the latter.

The sulky one, however, did not respond.
"Some day, Darry, you'll tumble that you've been played for a fool," grumbled Farley.
"Then I'll have the satisfaction, won't I, of knowing that it's all my own fault ?" smiled Dave Darrin.
"Yes; but I hate to see you go to pieces for a fellow like Jetson." The following Saturday afternoon Darrin came in from a brisk walk, to find Dan poring over his books at the study desk.
"Letter there for you," said Dan, without looking up, as Dave, after glancing into the room, had turned with the intention of calling on Farley and Page.
"Thank you." Darrin crossed the room, picking up the letter.

"From Belle," he remarked.