"You can wager that I will," shot back Midshipman Page as he started along the corridor.
"Hello," hailed Midshipman Dalzell, looking up as his chum entered. "Why, Darry, you're angry—-really angry. Who has dared throw spitballs at you?"
"Quit your joking, Dan!" returned Dave Darrin, his voice quivering. "Clairy is hunting real trouble, I imagine, and I fancy he'll have to be obliged."
Dave thereupon related swiftly what had happened, Dan staring in sheer amazement. Then Dalzell jumped up.
"Where are you going?" Darrin answered.
"To interview Clairy."
"You'd better not, Dan. The trouble is thick enough already."
"I'm going to interview Clairy—-perhaps," retorted Midshipman Dalzell. "I've just thought of a perfectly good excuse for being briefly out of quarters during study hours. I'll be back soon—-perhaps with some news."
Off Dan posted. In less than ten minutes he returned, looking even more indignant than had his chum.
"Davy," broke forth Dalzell hotly, "that idiot is surely hunting all the trouble there is in Annapolis."