"If you two go on," laughed Midshipman Farley, one evening after
release, "you'll both end up with hating your old-time chums."
"Don't you believe it!" retorted Dave Darrin almost sharply.
"This is just a matter between the two service academies. What
we want is to show the country that the Navy can put up an eleven
that can walk all around the Army on Franklin Field."
"A lot the country cares about what we do!" laughed Page.
"True," admitted Dare. "A good many people do seem to forget
that there are any such American institutions as the Military
and the Naval Academies. Yet there are thousands of Americans
who are patriotic enough to be keenly interested in all that we do."
"This is going to be a bad year for Army friends," chuckled Farley.
"And for the feelings of Cadets Prescott and Holmes," added Page
with a grimace.
As the practice went on the spirits of the Navy folks went up to
fever heat. It was plain that, this year, the Navy eleven was to
make history in the world of sports.
"Poor old Dick!" sighed Darrin one day, as the members of the
squad were togging to go on to the field.
"Why?" Dan demanded.
"Because, in spite of myself, I find that I am making a personal
matter of the whole business. Dan, I'm obliged to be candid with
myself. It has come to the point that it is Prescott and Holmes
that I want to beat!"
"Same case here," Dan admitted readily. "They gave us a trouncing
last year, and we're bound to pass it back to 'em.
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