Darrin--" "I'm here to speak for myself, Farley," boomed in the quiet, steady voice of Dave Darrin.

"But I'll hear you first, if you wish." "Oh, you're here, are you ?" cried Farley hotly, wheeling about on the visitors.
Some of the other fourth class men present turned and glanced coldly at the two last-comers.

Others looked on with eager curiosity.
"I've heard," announced Darrin, "that you are saying some things about me that don't sound well.

So I've come to ask you what you are saying." "I won't keep you waiting," jeered Farley.

"You know, from hearing morning orders, that six of us were given fifty demerits apiece." "For going over the wall to a late supper in town," nodded Dave.
"You wouldn't go with us," continued Farley angrily, "and gave us a greaser's talk-fest instead." "I didn't advise you against going," responded Dave, standing with his arms folded, utterly cool as he eyed his accuser.
"Then, after we went, some one went and wised the powers," charged Farley.