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Jetson, thinking he might possibly do better by letting the house furnished, had sent for this woman, and instructed her to give the place a thorough cleaning. Sweeping the carpet in the dining-room with a dustpan and brush, she had discovered a number of short red hairs. The man, before leaving the house, had shaved himself.
Jetson, you needn't answer him," interposed Darrin quickly, as Jetson opened his mouth. "First of all this affair seems to concern me. You've intimated that I'm no friend of yours and not worthy to be ranked as such. Now, I ask you, fairly and flatly, what has brought your mind to this pitch? What have I done, or what haven't I done?" "Search your conscience," jeered Jetson.
Indeed, between one of the Jetson girls, the youngest, and Mrs. Hepworth there seems to have sprung up a close friendship. Young Hepworth, the husband, was always charming, and evidently took great pains to make himself agreeable. But with regard to him they had the feeling that he was never altogether at his ease.
The players and subs, for the Navy team, however, were early at dressing quarters. Jetson hadn't been called as one of the subs., so he walked sulkily and alone through the grounds while most of the midshipmen strolled, about in groups. Half an hour before the time for the game the spectators' seats held fair-sized crowds.
"I wonder if Jetson means me any harm?" flashed through Dave's mind. In an instant, however, he dismissed the suspicion. "Jetson is a midshipman, a gentleman and a man of honor," thought Darrin generously. The whistle sounded, the ball was snapped back and passed, Darrin received it and dashed forward to carry it past the opponents. In a twinkling there was a staggering crash.
"Good evening, gentlemen," began Dave, after he had stepped into the room and closed the door. "Good evening, Darrin," responded Warner, while Jetson merely scowled and picked up a book. "Warner," went on Dave, "I came here to have a brief talk with Mr. Jetson. Would it be asking too much to ask you to step outside unless Mr. Jetson feels that he would prefer that you remain?" "Mr.
In the first few seconds his assault was so resolute that Dalzell was forced to give ground. As he slowly retreated and shifted, Jetson drove in more impetuously than ever. Midshipman Dan found himself at last in a position of advantage. "Now, hammer him, Danny boy!" advised; Farley, breathing deeply. "Silence among the spectators," warned Hepson in a low, stern voice.
"I'm afraid it can't," broke in Midshipman Dalzell with quiet dignity. "At least, I won't agree to stopping until Mr. Jetson admits himself satisfied. It was he who started the fight, and only his word can close it. But we don't want you other fellows pulled into this trouble as spectators, so we'll wait until you all withdraw."
What I state I am stating on my own authority purely, and therein I am only exercising my right as a member of the second class. "I would remind you, sir, that you all know, as well as I do, that Mr. Jetson has always borne an honorable reputation in this class and in the brigade. You all know his leading traits as well as I do. Mr. Jetson is a man of quick temper and rather lasting resentments.
"I don't want any time," snapped Jetson, leaping to his feet. The words of both speakers were heard at the door, and the visitor who had knocked now promptly entered. Fortunate it was for the combatants facing each other that the intruder was not one of the discipline officers. Had it been, both midshipmen would have been reported at once under charges that would have borne serious results.
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