"Now, Jetson, get out ahead." "I'll renew this argument at another time," retorted Jetson slowly, as he crossed the floor.
"You don't need to, sir," Midshipman Hepson advised him.

"Every gentleman here will agree with me that Mr.Dalzell had the best of the affair right up to the end.

Nor is Mr.Dalzell under any obligation whatever to afford you another meeting on the score of to-night's disagreement." "We'll see about that," snapped Jetson, as he passed through the doorway.
At that instant the study call sounded.

The others hastened away to their quarters.
Dan Dalzell stepped over to the handbowl, washing his hands, after which he went to his study-table and began to arrange his books.
"It's kind of lonely to sit here without old Darry," sighed Dan dismally.
"I hope he'll be here with me to-morrow evening.

No; I don't either, though.