"But we never before had any real grievance against Mr.Clairy." "We have a grievance now, all right!" glowered Page.

"Coventry, swift and tight, is the only answer to the situation." "Let's not be in too much haste, fellows," Darrin urged.
"You---you give such advice as that ?" gasped Midshipman Dalzell.
"Why, Davy, the fellow went for you in fearful shape.

He insulted you outrageously." "I know he did," Darrin responded.

"That's why I believe in going slowly in the matter." "Now, why ?" hissed Page.

"Why on earth---why ?" "Clairy must have had some motive behind his attack," Dave urged.
"It couldn't have been a good motive, anyway," broke in another midshipman hotly.
"Never mind that part of it, just now," Dave Darrin retorted.
"Fellows, I, for one, don't like to go after Mr.Clairy too hastily while we're all in doubt about the cause of it." "We don't need to know the cause," stormed indignant Farley.
"We know the results, and that's enough for us.