Then you can restrain me if I get too violent." Dave Darrin took his uniform cap down from the nail and put it on with great deliberation.

Next, he picked up his whisk broom, flecking off two or three imaginary specks of dust.
"Now, I guess we can go along, Danny boy," he remarked, in a tone of ominous quietness.
"Where are you headed ?" murmured Dalzell, as they reached the room door.
"To Farley's room," answered Dave Darrin coolly.

"Do you suppose he's there ?" "He was, a few moments ago" Dan answered.
"Then let us hope he is now." Carrying himself with his most erect and military air, Darrin stepped down the corridor, Dalzell keeping exactly at his side.
The chums arrived before the door of the room in which Farley was lodged.
Dave raised his hand, sounding a light knock on the door, which he next pushed open.
Farley and a dozen other members of the fourth class were in the room.

Moreover, it was evident instantly that some of those present were discussing the burning class issue.
"But are you sure he did it?
Farley ?" one midshipman inquired, as the chums entered.
"Sure ?" repeated Farley.

"Of course I am! Didn't I tell you what a hot row we had.