"You will now play another ten-minute period," directed Mr. Havens.
"Jetson will withdraw from the second eleven during the next period and
Doyle will take his place."
"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.