Dave waited, with outstretched arms, ready to risk his own neck in the effort to save his sulky comrade.
From their end of the gym.

the two startled attendants had watched the impending disaster, but there was no time for them to do anything.
From the way that Jetson fell it looked as though he had made a straight dive for Dave Darrin's head.

At all events, their heads met in sharp collision.
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.
"We'll look 'em over first, before we give up," retorted the other attendant, stooping and gently rolling Jetson over on his back.
"Sure they're killed, Bob," protested Jim huskily.

"They met head on.
You'll find that both middies have their skulls broken." "Bring two pails of water, you chump," ordered Bob.

"I tell you, we won't raise a row until we've done the best we can for 'em." [Illustration: Straight Down Shot Jetson.] The water was brought.