(officer in charge) turning into this corridor, you rap as hard as you can on the door, and we'll understand." Midshipman Joyce wanted most badly to be a spectator to what was likely to happen on the inner side of the door, but he had the good sense to realize that some one must do guard duty, so he stepped outside, closing the door after him.
"Now, gentlemen, what's this all about ?" demanded Hepson in a low, smooth voice.
"It means," cried Jetson passionately, "that I'm not going to stand any more of this petty persecution.

Everyone has been trying to pretend that he believes I've been trying to do Darrin up so that he can't play on the Navy football team.

It's all just a mean scheme to keep me from making the Navy eleven." "There's no such scheme afloat, or I'd know about it," returned Hepson coolly.

"Fact is, there isn't any intention whatever of playing you on the Navy team." "Ah, you admit it!" snapped Midshipman Jetson, first turning white, after which his face showed a deep crimson of humiliation.

"You've already done the dirty work." "Fellow, stop this talk!" commanded Hepson, almost at a white heat of resentment, "Among midshipmen and gentlemen there can be no thought of what you term 'dirty work.' The fact that you won't play with us is due to your uncontrollable temper.