Scott Clemmons did not even walk to the gangway with his visitor.
He saw him depart, and then walked aft to where a group of cadets stood.
He knew he would have to face the music, so he decided to meet the onslaught at once.
“I say, Clemmons, who was your seedy friend?” asked one.
“What a loud suit he wears.”
“Yes, he is as striped as a zebra.”
“But the stripes run up and down.”
“True, and it makes a heap of difference to a man which way he wears his stripes.”
“If I recognized the gentleman aright his home should be an institution where the stripes should run round him,” said Perry.
“You are right, Perry; for, as you all know, doubtless, the fellow was my old chum, Barney Breslin,” remarked Clemmons.