"Perhaps it's indiscreet, even of a chum," rambled on Dalzell, "but what—"
"What was the fight all about?" laughed Dave softly. "Yes; I suppose you have a right to know that, Danny boy. But you must never repeat it to any one. Treadwell wanted to dance with Belle at the hop, but she had already noticed him, and declared she didn't want to dance with him. Of course that settled it. But Treadwell accused me of not having asked Belle."
"The nerve!" ejaculated Dan in disgust.
"And then he accused me of lying when I declared I had done my best for him," continued Dave.
"I feel that I'd like to fight the fellow myself!" declared Dan Dalzell hotly.
"Oh, no, you don't; for Treadwell apologized to-night, and we have shaken hands. We're all comrades, you know, Danny boy."
Unknown to any of the parties to the fight, there had been spectators of the spirited double battle.
Two men, a sailor and a marine, noting groups of midshipmen going toward the historic battle ground of midshipmen, had hidden themselves near-by in order "to see the fun."
These two enlisted men of the Navy had been spectators and auditors of all that had taken place.