"I know that, but you've got to get cool, and stay so, if you want to make sure that others have a chance to know it," warned Dan.
"Does Farley say that I sneaked in information against him?"
"Farley and the others are so sore over their demerits that they believe almost anything, now, and they say almost anything. Of course, Farley remembers the row he had with you last night. In a fool way he puts two and two together, an decides that you helped set the trap for them."
"If I had done a dirty thing like that, then I'd deserve to be cut by the whole brigade," retorted Dave, his face flushing.
"But I want to tell you, right now, Dave, that some of the fellows of our class know you too well to believe any such thing against you."
"I'm properly grateful to the few, then," retorted Darrin, his eyes softening a trifle. "But come along, Dan, if you will. I mean to start in at once to sift this thing down."
"Let me look at you," ordered Dalzell, grappling with his chum, and looking him over.
Then, a moment later, Dan added:
"Yes; you're cool enough, I think. I'll go with you. But remember that the easiest way to destroy yourself is to let your temper get on top. If anybody is to get mad before the crowd, let me do it. Then you can restrain me if I get too violent."
Dave Darrin took his uniform cap down from the nail and put it on with great deliberation. Next, he picked up his whisk broom, flecking off two or three imaginary specks of dust.