By supper time the men of the brigade knew that Darrin was getting along comfortably; that he was in no pain and that he was in hospital only in the hope that he might be saved the annoyance of wearing a disfiguring scar on his face throughout all his life.
"I'm afraid that some of the fellows think I purposely cut Darrin up in that fashion," remarked Jetson to his tablemates during the evening meal.
"Don't you know that you didn't ?" inquired one of the midshipmen laconically.

None of the other men at table took heed of Jetson's words.
At some of the other tables equal silence did not prevail.

Midshipmen who did not accuse or suspect Jetson of intentional wickedness expressed the opinion that he was, at all events, careless and not a valuable member of the football squad.
Jetson himself was wholly aware that he was more or less suspected in the minds of many, and the knowledge made him savage.
During the few minutes recreation that followed the evening meal, Dan Dalzell approached the sullen one, who was now standing quite alone.
"Mr.Jetson, I shall be glad to have a talk with you," announced Dan.
"Will you come to my room, or shall I go to yours ?" "Lead the way to your room, sir," replied Jetson stiffly.
Dan did so, and behind the door the two midshipmen faced each other.
"Well, sir!" demanded the visitor.
"Mr.Jetson, both times that you have played against Darrin something has happened to him." "Don't insinuate, Mr.Dalzell.If you anything to say, speak out plainly, sir." "I hardly know what to say," Midshipman Dan confessed.

"As a midshipman, your honor should be above question." "Do you wish to remark that it isn't ?" "Why, I don't know," Dan answered frankly.

"It seems a fearful thing to say, or even to think, about a midshipman." "Mr.Dalzell, either I did, or I didn't, intentionally injure Mr.Darrin.
Yon must think one thing or the other.