Then what am I accused of doing?
It must be some fierce sort of lie when the fellows talk of taking it up as a class matter." For ten minutes more Dave puzzled and pondered over the problem.
Then the door flew open and Dan bolted hastily in.
"You haven't been hitting anyone have you?
asked Dave, noticing the flushed, angry face of his chum.
"No! But one of us will have to do some hitting soon," burst hotly from Dalzell.
"It'll be my hit, then, I guess," smiled Dave wearily.

"Have you found out--" "Dave it's the most absurd sort of lie! You know that Farley and his little crowd got caught last night, when they returned from their Frenching party over the wall ?" "Frenching" is taking unauthorized leave from the academic limits by going over the wall, instead of through the gate.
"Yes; I know Farley and his friends got caught," rejoined Darrin.
"But what has that to do with me?
"Farley and his friends are sore--" "They ought not to be," said Darrin quietly.

"They took the chance, and now they ought to be ready to pay up like good sportsmen." "Dave, _they say you informed on them, and got them caught!_" "What ?" shouted Darrin, leaping to his feet.

His face was deathly white and the corners of his mouth twitched.
He took two bounding steps toward the door, but Dalzell threw himself in his chum's way.
"Not just this minute, Dave!" ordered Dan firmly.

"We don't want any manslaughter here--not even of the 'justifiable' kind! Sit and wait until you've cooled off--some.