"Darrin! Darrin! Darrin!" came hoarsely; from hundreds of throats.
"Dalzell! Dalzell!" came the next gusty roar.
Hepson wiped a moist brow with one hand.
"There are two real players, if they can keep that up," muttered the captain of the eleven.
Jetson had been the tackle opposed to Dave. Just now Jetson was nursing a bump to his vanity.
"How on earth did I ever happen to let Darrin through?" Jetson demanded of himself. "I won't do it again, anyway. If I can only make Darrin look small, I may get his place on the Navy eleven. Darrin is a good fellow, but I've got to make the team, confound him!"
The kick for goal failed. Then the Navy took the ball and promptly enough the Rustlers came back with it, Jetson carrying.
Dave and Dan met the ball-carrier. The Rustlers' support failed, and Jetson went down with the ball. Nor could the second team advance the ball, so it presently came to the Navy men again.
"I want you to put it through again like a cannon-ball, Darrin,"
Midshipman Hepson whispered as they passed.
So the quarter-backs called for a repetition of the play, giving different signals.