For a moment the class president glanced at Darrin, then at the
assemblage.
"Gentlemen," announced the class president, "you have heard the
motion, that Mr. Clairy be sent to Coventry for all time to come.
The motion has been duly seconded. Remarks are in order."
"Mr. President!"
It was Dave who had spoken. All eyes were turned in his direction
at once.
"Mr. Darrin," announced the chair. "Mr. President, and classmates,
I, for one, shall vote against the motion."
An angry clamor rose, followed by calls of, "Question! Put the
motion!"
"Do any of you know," Darrin continued, "why Mr. Clairy is not
here this evening?"
"He's afraid to come!"
"Did any of you note that Mr. Clairy was not at supper?"
"The hound hadn't any appetite," jeered Fenwick angrily.
"You have observed, of course, that Mr. Clairy was not here at
the meeting?"
"He didn't dare come!" cried several voices.
"If you have any explanation to make, Mr. Darrin, let us have
it," urged the chair.
"Mr. President and classmates," Midshipman Darrin continued, "all
along I have felt that there must be some explanation to match
Mr. Clairy's most extraordinary conduct. I now offer you the
explanation. The officer in charge sent for me, to impart some
information that I am requested to repeat before this meeting."
"Go on!" cried several curious voices when Dave paused for a moment.
"Fellows, I hate to tell you the news, and you will all be extremely
sorry to hear it.
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