time; Page, a full two seconds behind. White and Bryant then ran, but
only succeeded in about tying Page's work.

Then six more men were called to the line and tried out. After that a
third squad. By this time Midshipman Hepson had his mind about made up
as to the relative speeds of some of the most likely men for the final
Navy team.

"Get out for some kicks, now!" called Hepson.

"When are you going to play football?" growled one man.

Midshipman Hepson turned on him like a flash.

"Jetson, there's a substitute captain in the squad, but you're not the
man. Neither are you one of the coaches."

"Oh, you make me--" began Jetson, but Midshipman Hepson cut him
short with:

"If you can't keep silence when you've nothing to say, your absence from
the field will be considered a favor to the whole squad."

Jetson scowled, but said nothing more. Neither did he offer to retire
from the field.

"Jetson has always been a kicker and a trouble mosquito," whispered Dan
Dalzell to his chum.

"Oh, in a lot of ways Jetson is a nice fellow," Darrin replied quietly.