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The sulky midshipman had stepped past the trio, but Dave, after swallowing hard, wheeled about and hailed: "Hold on, there, Mr. Jetson!" "Well?" demanded Jetson, halting and looking back. "I don't like your tone, sir." "And I don't like your face, sir," retorted Jetson. "Nor your cheek, either, for that matter." "I tried to treat you pleasantly," Dave went on, hurt and offended. "Oh!
Jetson, I thought perhaps you would be willing to help me out by proffering your midshipman's word of honor " "And I," rejoined Jetson in cold anger, "consider it insulting, 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."
"How was it remarkable?" questioned Dave. "In your asking the class to send you to Coventry along with Jetson." "It wasn't just to Jetson, just because he made a slip, that he should be shunned by the whole class." "Couldn't the class decide that better than one man?" insisted Farley, his eyes gleaming. "Without a doubt," Dave admitted. "I didn't attempt to do the deciding for the class.
That looker-on was Midshipman Dan Dalzell, who, as the reader knows, sometimes displayed a good deal of temper. "Jetson," muttered Dan, as the other midshipman came over by him, "I shall need a little talk with you at the early convenience of us both." "Whenever you like," retorted Midshipman Jetson, flashing back a look of defiance. Then the game went on.
As Navy and Rustlers again collided in the fray, Jetson watched Dave's work narrowly, furiously. "Darrin always was a smooth one," Jetson declared angrily to himself. "And now, just because he raised a 'holler', my football prospects are set back for this year. Probably I can't make the eleven next year, either. And it's all Darrin's fault!" In forming the second half the coach called: "Mr.
"I've nothing against him that would make me want to see him in bad form," grumbled Jetson. "I'm a Navy man and I don't want to see any but Navy victories." The toss had just been made, the visitors winning the kick-off. At a sign from a Navy officer in the field the leader silenced his band and a hush fell over the gridiron and the seats of the onlookers.
Not badly jolted, I hope?" Jim was now aiding Jetson to his feet. "Do you want a surgeon, either of you?" asked Bob. Both midshipmen shook their heads. "I think I'll go over to one of the side seats," remarked Darrin, and Bob piloted him there, while Jim aided Jetson out to the shower room and locker. Dave Darrin soon conquered the dizzy feeling enough to stand up and walk without assistance.
Down went Dave, as though shot, and Jetson went with him, but Darrin's outstretched arms had grasped the other's body, and Jetson was saved the worst of his fall. Now the two midshipmen lay where they had fallen, Jetson lying somewhat across Dave's motionless body. "They're killed!" yelled the attendant Jim hoarsely.
I'll bow to him whenever I meet him. I'll talk to him if he'll let me." "But he won't," insisted Farley triumphantly. "No such sulky fellow as Jetson will let you make up to him." "If he refuses," Dave contended, "then I can't help it. But I won't be a party to ruining the man.
The Rustlers' support failed, and Jetson went down with the ball. Nor could the second team advance the ball, so it presently came to the Navy men again. "I want you to put it through again like a cannon-ball, Darrin," Midshipman Hepson whispered as they passed. So the quarter-backs called for a repetition of the play, giving different signals.
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