"Shake, Farl! I'm glad to find a man of brains on the eleven.
I know well enough that I'm not the right captain. But we couldn't
make Darry accept the post."
Midshipman Wolgast appeared anything but hurt by the direct candor
with which he had been treated. He now threw one leg over the
corner of the study table, though he inquired:
"Am I interrupting anything private?"
"Not in the least," Dave assured him.
"Am I intruding in any way?"
"Not a bit of it," Darrin answered heartily "We're glad to have
you here with us."
"Surely," nodded Farley.
"Now, then, as to my well known unfitness to command the Navy
football team," continued First Classman Wolgast, "do either of
you see any faults in me that can be remedied?"
"I can't," Dave answered. "I believe, Wolly, that you can lead
the team as well as any other man in the squad. On the whole,
I believe you can lead a little better than any other man could do."
"No help from your quarter, then, Darry," sighed Midshipman Wolgast.
"Farl, help me out. Tell me some way in which I can improve
my fitness for the post of honor that has been thrust upon me.
I assure you I didn't seek it."
"Wolgast, my objection to you has nothing personal in it," Farley
went on. "With me it is a case simply of believing that Darry
could lead us on the gridiron much better than you're likely to."
"That I know," retorted Wolgast, with emphasis. "But what on
earth are we going to do with a fellow like Darrin? He simply
won't allow himself to be made captain.
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