Not badly jolted, I hope ?" Jim was now aiding Jetson to his feet.
"Do you want a surgeon, either of you ?" asked Bob.
Both midshipmen shook their heads.
"I think I'll go over to one of the side seats," remarked Darrin, and Bob piloted him there, while Jim aided Jetson out to the shower room and locker.
Dave Darrin soon conquered the dizzy feeling enough to stand up and walk without assistance.
"I think I'll go, now," he told Bob.

"I don't believe there is anything that I can do for Mr.Jetson." "There is, sir, if you don't mind," interposed Jim, striding up.

"Mr.
Jetson has just asked if you mind waiting for him." "My compliments to Mr.Jetson, and I shall be glad to wait for him." The sulky midshipman soon hove in sight, having donned his uniform.

He came up to Dave looking decidedly embarrassed.
"Mr.Darrin, I fear I must thank you for having stopped my course to the floor," admitted Jetson, with a sheepish grin.
"I won't make it too hard to thank me," replied Dave, with a smile.
"I'll just say that you're wholly welcome." "But if you hadn't caught me in just the way that you did, your skull would have been smashed by the impact with my head.

You risked your life for me, Mr.Darrin." "I didn't stop to think of that, at the time.