The whole crowd, therefore, including the young man who had first been knocked down, joined in the attack.
"That's too much like cowardice, and we're bound to go to the rescue of a comrade!" muttered Dave Darrin, his eyes blazing.

"Come on, fellows--and be sure not to recognize that comrade!" In a moment the fight was somewhat more equal.

Darrin, Dalzell and Joyce were all accomplished and disciplined boxers.

They closed with the crowd around the midshipman.
Crack! thump! bump! Midshipman blows landed heavily and rapidly.

The civilians were soon worsted and scattered.
"Whoever you are, comrade," muttered Dave in a low tone, wheeling the unknown midshipman around, "don't look our way and don't give us any chance to recognize you.