"But I take it as a matter of course that Prescott and Holmes
will play once more with the Army. They're West Point men, and
they know their duty."
"What wonders that pair are!" murmured Farley with reluctant admiration
for the star players of the United States Military Academy. "Yet,
after all, Darry, I can't for the life of me see where Prescott
and Holmes are in any way superior to yourself and Dan Dalzell."
"Except," smiled Dave, "that Prescott and Holmes, last year, got
by us a good deal oftener than we got by them---and so the Army
lugged off the score from Franklin Field."
"But you won't let 'em do it this year, Darry!"
"Dan and I will do all we can to stop our oldtime chums, now of the
Army," agreed Dave. "But they're a hard pair to beat. Any one who
saw Prescott and Holmes play last year will agree that they're a
hard pair of nuts for the Navy to crack."
"We've got to beat the Army this year," Farley protested plaintively.
"I certainly hope we shall do so."
"Darry, what is your candid opinion of Wolgast?"
"As a man?"
"You know better!"
"As a midshipman?"
"Darry, stop your nonsense! You know well enough that I'm asking
your opinion of Wolgast as captain of the Navy eleven."
"He seems inclined to be fair and just to every member of the
squad, so what more can you ask of him."
"But do you think he's any real good, Darry, as captain for the
Navy?"
"I do."
"We ought to have had you for captain of the team, Darry," insisted
Farley.
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