"You got something, eh?" asked Greg.
"Yes; a letter from grand old Dave Darrin," cried Dick, as he
broke the seal of the envelope.
"Let me know the news," begged Holmes.
"Whoop! Dave is on the Navy football team. So is Dan Dalzell!
Both have gone in at the eleventh hour."
"Great Scott!" breathed Greg, rising to his feet. "I wonder if
we're going to be placed on the line where we'll have to bump 'em
in the Army-Navy game?"
"We may be, if we get on the line," uttered Prescott, as he finished
the epistle. "Here, Greg, read it for yourself. That will be
quicker than waiting for me to tell you the news from our old
chums."
The next afternoon both Prescott and Holmes turned out on the
gridiron practice work. Both proved to be in fine form. Lieutenant
Carney, the Army coach, devoted most of his attention to them.
After some preliminary work the Army eleven was lined up against
a "scrub" team of cadets.
"Mr. Prescott, go to left end on the team," directed Coach Carney.
"Mr. Haynes, take the right end on scrub. Mr. Holmes, you will
be left tackle on the Army team for this bit of work. The captains
of both teams will now line their men up. Scrub will have the
ball and make the kick-off.
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