"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. 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.