"
"They're wonders!" cried Captain Courteney joyously. "And to
think that you didn't have that pair out last year."
"Both refused even to think of going into training last year,"
retorted the Army coach. "Both were keen on the bone. But, bone
or no bone, we've got to have them on the eleven the rest of this
season."
By the time that the afternoon's practice was over fully fifty
Army officers were on the sides, watching the work, for word had
traveled by 'phone and the gathering had been a quick one.
"Prescott! Holmes!" called Brayton sharply, after the practice
was over. "You'll play on the Army team tomorrow. Lieutenant
Carney says so. Prescott, yours is left end; Holmesy, you'll
expend your energies as left tackle. Haynes, you'll be in reserve,
as a sub."
The message to Cadet Haynes was delivered without the suspicion
of a snub in it. Almost any other man in the battalion would
have accepted this wise decision without a murmur, delighted that
the Army had found a better man.
Not so with Cadet Haynes. He turned cold all over. Not a word of
reply did he offer, but turned on his heal, digging his fingernails
into the palms of his hands.
"Now, what do you think of that?" demanded Haynes to himself.
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