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Darrin, somewhat, sir, in the scrimmage when the bunch went down." There was really nothing that could be proved, in any case, so the head coach could only say very quietly: "Let the practice go on, Mr. Hepson. Put Mr. Wardell temporarily in Mr. Darrin's place on the line." There was one in the group who had not said a word so far. But he had been looking on, his keen eyes studying Jetson's face.
Swift as a flash Hepson and Farley leaped forward, fairly snatching Jetson, who was still half dazed, to his feet. "Brace up? Jetson! Don't look silly or dazed,", warned Hepson, in a stern whisper. "That rap was the signal of the approach of the O.C." Farley was industriously brushing the signs of dust from Jetson's uniform.
I'm not afraid," Dave half boasted, for now he could think of nothing but victory. "All right. Take it," agreed Hepson. Dave Darrin did take the kick. Never had he made a better one. The ball went straight and true between the goal-posts. The band-leader held his baton poised, but the Navy spectators broke into such a riot of joy that he let the baton fall inertly.
"From all the talk I had expected more of Mr. Darrin," remarked an officer's wife-to her husband. "Darrin has a fearful Hanniston line against him," replied the officer. "Captain Hepson realizes that, too, and he isn't pushing Darrin as hard as you might wish to see." "We're going to be beaten, aren't we?" asked another Navy onlooker.
The Navy was crestfallen, though not a sign of sorrow or humiliation showed in the jaunty step of the men of the brigade as they marched back to the railway station and took the train for the first stage of the journey home the run between Philadelphia and Baltimore. On the train Hepson hunted up Dave and Dan. "You did your best, fellows, I know, that," murmured the defeated football captain.
Yes; along the inner sole of this shoe there are signs of what looks very much like blood. See here, Mr. Hepson." "Yes, sir; most certainly this is a streak of blood rubbed into the leather along this rather sharp edge of the sole." "May I suggest, Mr. Havens," hinted Jetson, "that something else may have scratched Mr. Darrin's face, and that the blood trickled to my shoe? I was under Mr.
"Then I'll tell you about it," Darrin went on quietly. "Well, I really don't see how you could have helped it," agreed Midshipman Hepson after he had listened. "But that doesn't save us any. We're out our two best line players and our quarter-back." "Oh, we'll be restored to the squad as soon as the sentence has been pronounced," predicted Dan Dalzell.
"Why the sole and whole reason why Jetson wasn't called to the Navy team," declared Hepson, "was because he was believed to be too awkward and too dangerous to other players. Whew, but I'm certainly sorry this thing has happened!" "So am I," Dave confessed candidly. "And Jet made the further fool mistake of declaring that he wouldn't accept the word of any midshipman in the brigade."
"Even if you're bounced out of the Naval Academy?" demanded Hepson savagely. "It it won't be as bad as that," faltered Dan. "Perhaps not," agreed Hepson, "though you must understand that the charge of assaulting civilians is not a light matter. You can be dismissed for it, you know." "Yes," nodded Dave Darrin, and then Danny boy went several shades less ruddy.
Hepson, they play more like college men than anything else. It must have been a bully High School team that graduated them." "From the little that I've heard, sir, that High School team was a great one." Coach and captain walked back to the scene. "You will now play another ten-minute period," directed Mr. Havens.
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