g, sir, that
I should be asked to pledge my word of honor."

"That is an extreme position to take," protested Dan. "No good man,
when appearances are against him, should be afraid to offer his word
of honor."

"Suppose," sneered Jetson, in suppressed fury, "I should go to the other
extreme, and say that I did it on purpose?"

"Then I'd knock you down, like a dog," Dan answered directly and simply,
"and next call on the men here to drive you forth from the brigade."

"If you think you could knock me down," quivered Midshipman Jetson,
"you'd better go ahead and find out whether your guess is correct.
Dalzell, you've been highly insulting, and I don't mind declaring that a
fight with you would suit me, at present, better than anything that I can
think of."

"Then you have your recourse, in a challenge," Dan hinted promptly.

"What's the need of a challenge, seconds--or of anything but fists? I
don't need them."

"The brigade claims some supervision over fights between the men here,"
Dan replied. "I intend to demand that the class take up, as a class
matter, the mishap to Darrin this afternoon."

"You--you hound!" panted Jetson, in a sudden flare-up of anger.

"Careful!" warned Dalzell, clenching his fists and facing his man
squarely.

With a snort of rage Jetson launched himself forward, aiming two
blows at Dan.

Dan parried the blows coolly, but his eyes flashed.

He had not lost control of himself, but he was warming up to the instinct
of fighting when no other course seemed open.

CHAPTER IX

A NARROW SQUEAK WITH THE O.C.

Jetson's next blow grazed Midshipman Dalzell's chin. The follow-up blow
landed on Dan's left ear.

Now Dalzell "sailed in" in earnest. He attacked forcefully and swiftly.
Jetson was forced to give ground. Dan pursued him around the room. Being
no coward, Jetson stood well up to the work, driving in for himself at
least two out of every five blows that were landed.

Rap-tap-tap! sounded on the door, but neither combatant heard.

Smash! Dan's forceful right landed on Jetson's neck, sending that
midshipman to the floor, whereupon Dalzell sprang back three paces.

"Take your time getting on to your feet," called Dan in a low voice.

"I don't want any time," snapped Jetson, leaping to his feet.

The words of both speakers were heard at the door, and the visitor who
had knocked now promptly entered.

Fortunate it was for the combatants facing each other that the intruder