"Misters," directed Midshipman Trotter, addressing Henkel and Page, "you'd better hurry to get your man over to a surgeon if you want to be in your rooms at lights-out time."
As Page and Henkel started away with their unfortunate comrade,
Dave approached Tyson.
"Sir, do you believe that I fought with entire fairness?" asked
Darrin of the referee.
"Fair? Of course you did, mister," replied Tyson. "Come along,
Trotter."
Dave, who had dressed some time before, now turned with Dan and Rollins and started back. They took pains not to be seen close to the upper class men.
"Who won?" demanded a fourth class man, curiously, as they neared
Bancroft Hall.
"Farley will tell you tomorrow if he's able," grinned Dan.
When taps sounded on the bugle, that evening, all of the midshipmen, save Farley, were in their rooms.
Promptly as the last note of taps broke on the air the last of the midshipmen was in bed, and the electric light was turned off from a master switch. The inspection of rooms was on.