One morning near the end of August, Dick and Greg, attended by
a numerous concourse of friends, went to the railway station.
The proud parents were there, of course, and so were the parents
of Dave Darrin and Dan Dalzell, the latter happy in the knowledge
that their boys would soon be home for the brief September leave
from the United States Naval Academy at Annapolis.
"Why, you haven't seen Dave since you youngsters all left home,
have you, Dick?" asked Mr. Darrin.
"No, sir. Greg and I hoped to, this last summer, when the Army
baseball nine went down to Annapolis and defeated the Navy nine,"
Dick replied. "But both Greg and I found ourselves so hard pressed
in our academic work that we didn't dare go, but remained behind
and boned hard at our studies."
"You don't forget the fact that the Army nine did defeat the Navy
nine, do you?" laughed Dan's father.
"No, sir; of course not," smiled Dick. "The Army and Navy teams
exist mainly for the purpose of beating each other. I am glad
to say that the Army manages to win more than its share of games."
"That's because the West Point boys average a little older than
the Annapolis boys," broke in Mrs. Dalzell pleasantly, though
warmly.
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