"I wish I knew what to think, fellows," Dave answered slowly.
"Clairy has never shown signs of doing such things before."
"He has always been a sulk, and never had a real friend in the class," broke in Farley.
"He has always been quiet and reticent," Dave admitted. "But we never before had any real grievance against Mr. Clairy."
"We have a grievance now, all right!" glowered Page. "Coventry, swift and tight, is the only answer to the situation."
"Let's not be in too much haste, fellows," Darrin urged.
"You—-you give such advice as that?" gasped Midshipman Dalzell. "Why, Davy, the fellow went for you in fearful shape. He insulted you outrageously."
"I know he did," Darrin responded. "That's why I believe in going slowly in the matter."
"Now, why?" hissed Page. "Why on earth—-why?"
"Clairy must have had some motive behind his attack," Dave urged.
"It couldn't have been a good motive, anyway," broke in another midshipman hotly.