"Bad?" repeated Brayton gloomily. "Man, it's _rotten_! Today
is Thursday. Saturday we have to meet Lehigh. That's a team
we can usually beat. Lieutenant Carney is so blue that I believe
he'd like to compromise by giving Lehigh the game at a score of
twelve to nothing! And the Navy! Think of the fun of having
Annapolis strutting around with the Army scalp tied to an anchor!"
"If you really mean what you've been saying," said Dick slowly,
"then we're going tomorrow afternoon. I'm taking the liberty
of speaking for Greg."
"That's straight and correct," affirmed Holmes hastily.
"But I'm not sure, Brayton, that you'll find us such bang-up material
as you appear to think."
"Oh, bother that!" cried the Football captain jubilantly. "I
know what Lieutenant Carney can do with you. So, for the glory
the Army, then, you'll come out, after this, and stand by us for
the rest of the season?"
"For the glory of the Army, if we have anything to do with it,"
cried Dick heartily, "we'll 'fess' cold in every confounded study
on the third-year list. For the glory of the Army we'll consent
to being 'found' and kicked out of the service!"
"Hear, hear!" came rousingly from Cadet Holmes.
"Fellows---thank you!" gasped Brayton, grasping both their hands
and shaking them hard.
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