CHAPTER VI.
DAVE PASSES THE LIE Dalzell looked up wonderingly as Darrin marched swiftly into their room.
"Danny boy, have you heard any talk against me today ?" demanded Dave.
"Do I look as though I had been fighting ?" queried Dan promptly.
"I've just heard, from Trotter, that a good many of the fellows in our class are scorching me, and talking of sending me to coventry.
Will you--" "I sure will," broke in Dan, dropping his book, rising and snatching at his cap.

"I'll be back as soon as I've heard something, or have settled with the fellow who says it." Dan was out of the room like a flash.
Dave sat down heavily in his chair, his brow wrinkling as he tried to imagine what it all meant.
"It must all be a mistake that Trotter has made," argued Dave with himself.

"Of course, Trotter might be stringing me, but I don't believe he would do that.

Now, to be sure, I came near to having words with Farley last night, but that wouldn't be the basis for any action by the fourth class.

That, if anything, would be wholly a personal matter.