"Yes; you're cool enough, I think. I'll go with you. But remember
that the easiest way to destroy yourself is to let your temper
get on top. If anybody is to get mad before the crowd, let me
do it. Then you can restrain me if I get too violent."

Dave Darrin took his uniform cap down from the nail and put it
on with great deliberation. Next, he picked up his whisk broom,
flecking off two or three imaginary specks of dust.

"Now, I guess we can go along, Danny boy," he remarked, in a tone
of ominous quietness.

"Where are you headed?" murmured Dalzell, as they reached the
room door.

"To Farley's room," answered Dave Darrin coolly. "Do you suppose
he's there?"

"He was, a few moments ago" Dan answered.

"Then let us hope he is now."

Carrying himself with his most erect and military air, Darrin
stepped down the corridor, Dalzell keeping exactly at his side.

The chums arrived before the door of the room in which Farley was
lodged.

Dave raised his hand, sounding a light knock on the door, which