"
"If all our smaller men were like you, I'd believe it, too, muttered
Brayton.
"But we haven't any more light men like you and Holmes, Prescott,"
broke in Spurlock from the adjoining table.
"I'm going to duck the team and quit playing," protested Dick,
"if Holmesy and I are to be twitted about being wonders."
"But, honestly, Prescott" began Brayton, "you two are-----"
"Average good Army men, I hope," interposed Dick. "Nothing more,
I hope. At least. I speak for myself. If Holmesy wants to star-----"
"I'll call you out, ramrod, if you carry the joke too far!" warned
Greg.
Seeing that both of the chums were in earned and didn't want to
hear their merits sung, the others near them desisted. But, at
many a table further removed, the whole trend of prediction was
that, with Prescott and Holmes now definitely on the eleven, the
Army stood its first chance of defeating Navy that year.
The Navy! It is the whole hope of West Point to send Annapolis
down to defeat. The middies of the Navy on the other hand, can
smile at many and many a defeat, provided the Army trails behind
the Navy at the annual football game.
As the cadets marched out of mess hall and back along the sidewalk
to barracks, those who allowed their gaze to stray ever so little
across the roadway in the direction of the administration building
noted that the holiday crowd had already begun to gather.
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