"I've got the material for a first-class fight on my hands," Page answered, his eyes flashing.
"What—-"
"Clairy has ordered me to report myself."
"What does he say you were doing that you weren't doing?" inquired
Midshipman Darrin, a curious look in his eyes.
"Clairy has the nerve to state that I was coming along the corridor with my blouse unbuttoned. He ordered me to button it up, which I couldn't do since it was already buttoned. But he declared that I buttoned it up while facing him, and so I'm on my way to place myself on report for an offense that I didn't commit."
"Clairy just sent me to the O.C. to frap the pap for having my shoes unlaced," remarked Dave, his face flushing darkly.
"What on earth is Clairy up to?" cried Page.
"I don't know. I can't see his game clearly. But he's certainly hunting trouble."
"Then——-"
"See here, Page, we've no business holding indignation meetings in study hours. But come to my room just as soon as release sounds—-will you?"