Under liberal dashes of it over his face and neck Jetson soon opened his eyes.
"I--I had a bad fall, didn't I ?" he asked of the man nearest him.
"You'd have broken your neck, sir, if Mr.Darrin hadn't jumped forward and broken the force of your fall." "I'd rather any other man had saved me," muttered the sullen one, slowly aiding himself to sit up.

"How did Mr.Darrin do it ?" "Well, sir," responded Bob, "he stopped you partly with his head, and it would have been broken, only he had his hands out and gripped you at the shoulders or trunk.

It may be that his head was split as it was, but I hardly think so." Two more liberal douses of water, and Dave, too, opened his eyes.
"Is Jetson all right ?" was Darrin's first question.
"Yes," muttered Midshipman Jetson, "and thanks to you, as I understand it." "Oh, if you're all right, then I'm glad," responded Dave.

"Bob, have you time to help me to stand up ?" "How do you feel, sir ?" asked Bob, after he had complied and stood supporting Midshipman Darrin on his feet.
"Just a bit dizzy, Bob; but that'll pass off in a moment.

Jetson, I'm glad to see you alive.