To make it short, Darrin persuaded me to come before the class, eat humble pie and set myself right with myself, even if I couldn't with the class." "It was beautifully done, Jet," murmured Page, who was tremendously grateful at seeing Dave Darrin rescued from sacrificing himself to a principle.
"If any of you fellows catch me in the sulks hereafter," spoke up Jetson, though he winced as he said it, "I hope the man who catches me will do me the very great favor of passing me a few sound kicks before others have a chance to catch me to the bad." "Bully for you--you're all right, Jet!" called several warmly.
Fully half of the class members had left the room by this time.

Dan Dalzell, who had been thunderstruck, and who was now full of questions, was being urged out of the room by Dave.
"So Darry converted you, did he ?" laughed Joyce.

"Bully for Darry.

Why, that great and good fellow dared the class to send him to Coventry after it got through with you.

He accused the class of kicking a man without giving that man a chance to get up on his feet." "It's a good deal like Darrin," remarked Jetson, his eyes a trifle misty, "though it took me a thundering long time to realize that Darrin was really of that kind." "How did it happen, any way ?" insisted Farley.
"You've heard nothing about it ?" "Not a word--not a hint," protested Page eagerly.
There were less than twenty of the midshipmen now remaining in the room, so Jetson did not feel as embarrassed as he might have done had he been called upon to give the recital before a class meeting.