"So that's what coach and team captain were hatching up?" thought Midshipman Jetson. "That gives me a black eye, and my chances of making the Navy eleven are now worse than ever. Probably I won't even make sub." As Navy and Rustlers again collided in the fray, Jetson watched Dave's work narrowly, furiously. "Darrin always was a smooth one," Jetson declared angrily to himself. "And now, just because he raised a 'holler', my football prospects are set back for this year. Probably I can't make the eleven next year, either. And it's all Darrin's fault!" In forming the second half the coach called: "Mr. Jetson will resume his place as right tackle on the second eleven." "Jetson's not here, sir," called a midshipman. "Where is he?" asked Coach Havens. "I think he went off the field, sir, to un-tog." "He should not have left the field without permission," remarked the coach coldly. Jetson heard of the remark that evening, and his anger against Dave Darrin increased. CHAPTER VII "DID JETSON DO IT?" No sooner had release from studies sounded through big and handsome Bancroft Hall, than there came a tap at Dave Darrin's door. "Come in," called Dave. Hepson came in first, followed by a score of other midshipmen. "Say, I didn't hear assembly blow lately," remarked Dan Dalzell, closing a new text-book and looking up with a smile of welcome. "Are we intruding--so many of us," inquired Hepson, halting. "Not on me, anyway," answered Dave pleasantly. "As for Danny boy, don't mind the little chap. He really believes that study release sounds before supper-call. Come right in, all of you fellows. Dan barks, but won't bite." "And take seats, all of you, do," urged Dan, with unnecessary hospitality. "After the table and the chairs are used up, we'll provide tacks for the rest." "Does this little boy ever have a serious streak?" asked one of the callers, regarding Dan with feigned interest. "Yes; whenever he finds himself marked down to 2.1 in more than three studies," laughed Dave. "Oh, that's no laughing matter," grimaced another of the visiting midshipmen. "I don't suppose you can guess what we came to talk about?" went on Midshipman Hepson. "At a wild guess it might be football," hazarded Darrin. "Wonderful! Marvelous!" gasped another visitor. "Darry, we've come in to tell you that we believe that you and your erratic roommate are going to save a desperate situation for us," resumed the captain of the Navy team. "Not that we were destitute of good players before. But we lacked enough of different kinds to make a strong, all-around eleven. Now we've a team that we're not afraid, after more work, to put up against anything that the Army can show us." "Now, I wouldn't be too sure," urged Dave. "Confidence is all right, but don't let it rob us of a jot of practice and work." "Are you afraid of the Army, Darry?" demanded Hepson.