With a suppressed yell Farley sprang at Darrin, and the latter struck out quickly.
CHAPTER VII
ON THE FIELD OF THE CODE
Midshipman Farley had the bad judgment to stop that blow with the side of his neck.
Across the room he spun, going down in a heap, his head under the study table.
Dave Darrin looked on with a cool smile, while Farley lay there for an instant, then scrambled out and up onto his feet.
But two or three other new midshipmen sprang in between Dave and his accuser.
"We can't have a fight here, Farley," urged two or three in the same breath.
"Let me at the sneak!" sputtered Farley who was boiling over with rage.
"Yes; let him at me," voiced Dave coolly, "and I'll send him into the middle of next term!"