"Except the tricks he played on you at the football practice."
"He passed his word that he intended no trick, and I have been wholly inclined to take his word in the matter."
"Dave, you must look out for this man Jetson! He's going to get you into some trouble before you're through with him," exclaimed Belle earnestly. All her instinct was aroused in the matter, for Dave Darrin's success was dearer to Belle Meade than was anything else in the world.
"There are two things that I regret very much to-night," Dave went on.
"One was that Jetson should provoke such a senseless dispute, and the
other that I should be obliged to miss so much of your company here at
Annapolis."
"I wouldn't mind anything," Belle answered, "if I could feel sure that no more trouble would come out of this affair with Jetson."
"I don't believe there will be any disturbing outcome," Dave assured her; "unless, possibly, another fight."
"A fight is nothing," declared Belle with spirit. "You're in training to become a fighting man, and a bout or two at fistcuffs is nothing more or less than so much valuable experience. Dave, promise me something?"
"Of course, if it's anything promisable."
"You'll write me—"
"Can you doubt that, Belle?"