"Surgeon here?" called the coach's steady voice, devoid of excitement. But there was anxiety enough when it was seen that Midshipman Darrin still lay face downward.
"Has Darrin been hurt—our Darrin—the great Darrin?" flew from tongue to tongue.
"Did Jetson do it?" was another question that was instantly asked.
CHAPTER VIII
DAN TRIES HARD TO KEEP COOL
A surgeon and a hospital man were quickly on the spot, the others, anxious as they were, drawing back considerately to give the men of medicine room in which to work.
As Dave Darrin was gently turned over on his back it was seen that Damn's face was a mass of blood.
"Jetson's work," grunted two or three of the players.
"He did it on purpose!"
"If he didn't, then the fellow is too clumsy to be trusted on the gridiron, anyway."