"Darrin! Darrin!" howled others.
"Dalzell!"
"Darrin! Darrin!"
"Hepson must enjoy hearing more noise for Darrin than for himself," reflected Jetson moodily.
But Hepson, big in body, heart and mind, was intent only on victory. It did not even occur to the captain of the Navy eleven that Darrin was getting more of a reception than himself. Hepson was simply and heartily glad to find himself supported by two such promising gridiron men as Darrin and Dalzell.
"Remember, Darry, how much we're backing on you to-day," muttered Hepson, after another round of yells for Dave had been given.
"I can't do everything, and perhaps not much," smiled Dave. "But I'll do my level best to do all that you call upon me for at my own little spot in the line."
A din of Hanniston yells was now smiting the air. Uncle Sam's midshipmen waited with patience and courtesy, but when their turn came they volleyed forth four times as much as the visiting howlers could supply.
"I hope Darry is in great form to-day," murmured the midshipman seated next to Jetson.
"He looks to be in as good shape as ever doesn't he?" asked Jetson sullenly.