"But you'll miss Prescott from your fighting line to-day."
"That's very likely," assented the West Point man. "I'm glad we
haven't Mr. Prescott here, but we'd be heartily glad if we had
some one else as good on the football field."
"And you haven't Holmes, either?" sighed Dave.
"That isn't any one's fault but Holmesy's," frowned Cadet Fields.
"We wanted Holmesy to play, and we gave him every chance, but-----"
"But he wouldn't," finished Dave. "No more would I play on the
Navy team if the fellows had done anything unjust to Dalzell."
"Do you feel that you're going to have an easy walk-over with us
to-day?" demanded Cadet Fields cheerily.
"No; but we're prepared to fight. We'll get the game if it's
in any way possible," Darrin assured his questioner.
"Are the bonfires back in Annapolis all ready to be lighted to-night?"
inquired Fields smilingly.
"They must be."
"What a lot of unnecessary labor," laughed the West Point man.
"Why?" challenged Dave.
"Because the Army is going to win again." That "again" caused Dave
Darrin to wince. "We win almost every time, you know," Fields
explained.
"Almost every time?" challenged Dan Dalzell, joining the pair.
"Are you sure of your statistics?"
"Oh, I have the statistics, of course," Fields answered. "That's
why I speak so confidently."
At this point three more West Point men approached.
"Hey, fellows," called Fields good-humoredly.
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