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Belle, with a quiet twinkle in her eyes that was born of the love of teasing, tried very hard to draw Mr. Jetson out, thereby causing that young man to flush many times. Dan, from the outset, played devoted squire to Mrs. Meade. That was safe ground for him. "What's that party in the sailboat yonder?" inquired Mrs. Meade, when the steamer had been nearly an hour out.
"Step aside, Hep, please," urged Dave, giving the late football captain a gentle shove. "This matter can't go any further in words. Mr. Jetson, you have insulted me, and grossly. Are you capable of cooling down? Do you wish to retract? to apologize?" "Apologize to you you " Whatever the word was, it didn't get out, for in the same instant Darrin cried warningly: "Guard yourself!"
"When are you going to play football?" growled one man. Midshipman Hepson turned on him like a flash. "Jetson, there's a substitute captain in the squad, but you're not the man. Neither are you one of the coaches."
"I'd have done as much for any man in the brigade," Dave answered frankly. "Just the same it has touched me touched me deeply." "I'm glad of that, Jetson," Dave answered heartily. "And now I hope that we can bury the hatchet and be friends, as men in the brigade should always be." "But why do you want to be friends with a fellow like me?"
"Jetson, that was a mean, deliberate trip," remarked Darrin, as he sprang to his feet. He spoke coolly, with a warning flash in his eyes. "Not on my part," retorted Jetson. "You thrust your leg between mine as you went down." Coach signed to referee not to renew the game for the moment. Then Lieutenant-Commander Havens and the two team captains crowded close.
If I were referee in a regular game, I would penalize the team and order the player from the field." "Mr. Jetson " began the coach, but, swift as a flash Dave Darrin interposed, though respectfully, saluting at the same time. "Will you pardon me, sir. Mr. Jetson has given me his word that he did not intend a foul trip. I accept his word without reservation." "Very good, then," nodded coach.
Jetson will resume his place as right tackle on the second eleven." "Jetson's not here, sir," called a midshipman. "Where is he?" asked Coach Havens. "I think he went off the field, sir, to un-tog." "He should not have left the field without permission," remarked the coach coldly. Jetson heard of the remark that evening, and his anger against Dave Darrin increased.
His face flushed. Then, for an instant, a sulky impulse seized him to reply that he did not feel up to form to-day. But the midshipman smothered that desire and started forward. "Here, sir," he reported. "Take right guard on second," directed Coach Havens. "Very good, sir." The game was resumed. Jetson, however, had a face full of sulkiness. As he joined the line-up his eyes rested on Dave Darrin.
It was dark, now, and that portion of the yard appeared clear of any moving beings but themselves. "Darrin," continued Jetson, "when you risked Coventry in the effort to save me from it, I thought you were posing, though for the life of me I couldn't fathom your motive. But the risk that you took this afternoon wasn't in the line of posing. Do you mind telling me why you did it?"
"If they send Jetson to Coventry," spoke Dave quietly though bluntly, "I shall go along to Coventry with him." Dalzell halted, staring at his chum in open-mouthed wonder. "You idiot!" blazed Dan in wrathful disgust. Three days later the class meeting was held. Jetson was especially impressed with the notion that he must attend, since he must appear as the accused.
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