During the few minutes recreation that followed the evening meal, Dan
Dalzell approached the sullen one, who was now standing quite alone.
"Mr. Jetson, I shall be glad to have a talk with you," announced Dan.
"Will you come to my room, or shall I go to yours?"
"Lead the way to your room, sir," replied Jetson stiffly.
Dan did so, and behind the door the two midshipmen faced each other.
"Well, sir!" demanded the visitor.
"Mr. Jetson, both times that you have played against Darrin something has happened to him."
"Don't insinuate, Mr. Dalzell. If you anything to say, speak out plainly, sir."
"I hardly know what to say," Midshipman Dan confessed. "As a midshipman, your honor should be above question."
"Do you wish to remark that it isn't?"
"Why, I don't know," Dan answered frankly. "It seems a fearful thing to say, or even to think, about a midshipman."