I favor calling a class meeting to-morrow night." "We can do just as much, and act just as intelligently, if we hold the class-meeting off for two or three nights," Midshipman Darrin maintained.
"Now, why on earth should we bold off that long ?" insisted Fenwick.
"We know, now, that Mr.Clairy has insulted eight members of our class.

We know that he has lied about them, and that the case is so bad as to require instant attention.

All I'm sorry for is that it's too late to hold the class meeting within the next five minutes." Dave found even his own roommate opposed to delay in dealing with the preposterous case of the outrageous Mr.Clairy.
Yet such was Darrin's ascendency over his classmates in matters of ethics and policy, that he was able, before taps, to bring the rest around to his wish for a waiting programme for two or three days.
"There'll be some explanation of this," Dave urged, when he had gotten his comrades into a somewhat more reasonable frame of mind.
"The explanation will have to be sought with fists," grumbled Fenwick.

"And there are eight of us, while Clairy has only two eyes that can be blackened." The news had spread, of course, and the first class was in a fury of resentment against one of its own members.
Meanwhile Midshipman Clairy sat at his desk out in the corridor, clearly calm and indifferent to all the turmoil that his acts had stirred up in the brigade..