But, anyway, I suppose Darrin has turned the coach and Hepson against me.

I owe Darrin for that one!" Five minutes later another player of the second eleven was retired with an injured wrist.
"Howard!" called the coach briskly.
"Excused for to-day, sir," reported another player.
"Any one but me!" growled Jetson.
"Jetson!" sounded the head coach's heavy voice.
Midshipman Jetson started.

His face flushed.

Then, for an instant, a sulky impulse seized him to reply that he did not feel up to form to-day.
But the midshipman smothered that desire and started forward.
"Here, sir," he reported.
"Take right guard on second," directed Coach Havens.
"Very good, sir." The game was resumed.

Jetson, however, had a face full of sulkiness.