"You put me on report for no other reason than that I had made you sing extracts from the 'Bazoo,'" charged the first class man.
"That reason or thought never entered my head, sir."
"I say it did!"
"Then I am very sorry to have to reply that you are entirely in error."
"You tell me that I am making a false statement?" demanded Midshipman
Henley, more angrily.
"If you choose to consider it in that light, sir."
"Mister, you are touge, ratey, impudent and worthless!" declared
Henley hotly.
"Then I infer, sir, that you do not wish to waste any more time upon me?"
"Oh, you will not get off as easily as that," sneered Midshipman Henley. "You are a good-sized fellow, and you have some fourth class reputation as a fighter. We shall not be so badly or unevenly matched, mister, I shall send a friend to inform you that I have called you out."
"Then, sir, your friend will save time by seeking Mr. Dalzell, of the fourth class, who will be informed that he is to represent me."