"He went after you, then?"
"I was making believe to march straight by the fellow's desk," resumed Dan, "when Clairy brought me up sharply. Told me to frap the pap for strolling with my hands in my pockets. I didn't do anything like that."
In another hour indignation was running riot in that division. Midshipman Clairy had ordered no less than eight first classmen to put themselves on report for offenses that none of them would admit having committed.
Oh, but there was wrath boiling in the quarters occupied by those eight first classmen.
Immediately after release had sounded, Page and Farley made a bee-line for Dave's room.
"Did Clairy wet you, Farley?" demanded Darrin.
"No; I haven't been out of my room until just now."
"Page," continued Darrin, "circulate rapidly in first class rooms on this deck and find out whether Clairy improperly held up any more of the fellows. Dan was a victim, too."
Page had five first classmen on the scene in a few minutes. The meeting seemed doomed to resolve itself into a turmoil of angry language.
"Clairy is a hound!"