"Within a few days you'll be a youngster now." Farley explained that an itching interest in the fight had tempted him to be close at hand, and this had given him his chance to save the fight party.
Darrin and Henley were dressing like lightning, and the others would not flee until the principals were ready to take part in the flight.
"Henley," broke in Midshipman Bailey decisively, "you can't risk your graduation again by resuming this fight at some other time.

As far as the mill had gone Mr.Darrin had the best of it.

I award the fight to him." "I'm glad you do, Bailey," replied Henley heartily.

"And, as soon as I'm dressed, and my cap is set on square, I'm going to apologize and ask Mr.Darrin to shake hands with me." "Will you do me a favor, sir ?" inquired Dave.
"A dozen," agreed Henley instantly.
"Then, sir, cut the apology and confine it to the hand-shake." In another moment they were ready for hasty departure.

But Dave had to wait for a quick, hearty handclasp from each of the upper class men.