I pledge you my word as a gentleman that I did not intend to make a foul trip," said Jetson, swiftly realizing the error of his refusal.
In the meantime Lieutenant-Commander Havens had turned to Motley, of the first class, who was serving as referee.
"Mr.Motley," demanded coach, "did you see just what happened ?" "Yes, sir." "Do you call it a foul trip ?" "I do, sir.

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.

"But Mr.Jetson, you will do well to be careful in the future, and avoid even the appearance of evil." "Yes, sir; very good, sir," answered Jetson, looking decidedly sheepish.
In giving his word Jetson had told the truth, or had intended to.