"But you don't have to, Dan! A fellow's roommate doesn't have to observe a Coventry."
"If it comes to Coventry," muttered Dalzell, "I shall invite it by speaking to Jetson, too."
Dave Darrin was aghast. He hadn't contemplated dragging Dan into such a scrape.
"There's formation now," announced Dan.
Out in front of the entrance, and along the terrace the many sections were falling in. Dan had occasion to pass the now very unpopular Jetson.
"Good morning, Jetson," was Dan's greeting.
Jetson started slightly, then replied, with a sulky frown:
"Good morning, Dalzell."
"Glad he'll speak to me," thought Dan with an inward grimace, "for I'm afraid that, before long, I'll be in the way of feeling mighty lonely a good deal of the time."
In another moment or two the sections were marching away, with the steady, rhythmic, tread peculiar to bodies of military in motion.