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"Wouldn't it be truly great," laughed Page, "to see the great
Prescott go down in the dust of defeat. Ha, ha! I can picture,
right now, the look of amazement on his Army face!"
"We mustn't laugh too soon," Dave warned his hearers.
"Don't you want to see the redoubtable Prescott shoved into the
middle of next year?" challenged Midshipman Page.
"Oh, yes; of course. Yet that's not because he's Prescott, for
good old Dick is one of the most precious friends I have in the
world," Dave answered earnestly. "I want to see Prescott beaten
this year, and I want to have a hand in doing it---simply for
the greater glory of the Navy!"
"Well," grunted Page, "that's good enough for me."
"We'll trail Soldier Prescott in the dust!" was a gleeful boast
that circulated much through the Naval Academy during the few
succeeding days.
Even Dave became infected with it, for he was a loyal Navy man
to the very core. He began to think much of every trick of play
that could possibly help to retire Dick Prescott to the
background---all for the fame of the Navy and not for the hurt of
his friend.
Dave even dreamed of it at night.
As for Dalzell, he caught the infection, proclaiming:
"We're out, this year, just to beat old Prescott and Holmes!"
Yet readers of the High School Boys' Series, who know the deep
friendship that had existed, and always would, between Prescott
and Holmes on the one side, and Darrin and Dalzell, on the other,
do not need to be told that this frenzied feeling had in it nothing
personal.
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