"Come along," muttered Darrin, leading the way. He did not run, but he certainly walked fast, and in a direction away from Main Street. His two companions followed him. The "unknown midshipman," taking Darrin's shrewd hint, had already made himself invisible.
After the prompt drubbing they had received, not one of the young civilians felt any desire to follow these husky midshipmen.
The police in Annapolis are few in number, and so do not always hear a street summons. In this instance Dave and his friends turned a corner and were soon away from the scene of the late affair.
"Now, I hope you've had all the excitement you want, Joyce," Dave remarked dryly.
"Like most good things, it didn't last long," complained Joyce.
"Oh, it isn't over yet, by any means. We've the O.C. and the com. to face," grumbled Darrin. "But we couldn't stand by and see one of our own punched by a whole gang."
"Of course we couldn't, but why fuss about the com, and his satellite, the O.C.? They'll never hear of this."
"I think there's a big chance that we shall hear of it," retorted Dave. "That's why I advised you not to look at the unknown midshipman closely enough to be able to recognize him in the dark."
"I don't know who he was," admitted Dan candidly.
"Nor do I," supplemented Joyce.