"Then you lie!" returned Darrin promptly.

With a suppressed yell Farley sprang at Darrin, and the latter
struck out quickly.




CHAPTER VII

ON THE FIELD OF THE CODE


Midshipman Farley had the bad judgment to stop that blow with
the side of his neck.

Across the room he spun, going down in a heap, his head under
the study table.

Dave Darrin looked on with a cool smile, while Farley lay there
for an instant, then scrambled out and up onto his feet.

But two or three other new midshipmen sprang in between Dave and
his accuser.

"We can't have a fight here, Farley," urged two or three in the
same breath.

"Let me at the sneak!" sputtered Farley who was boiling over with