In fact, Haynes was forced to do a large share of his talking
with himself. He hadn't been "cut" by the other cadets, but he
had succeeded in making himself generally unpopular through his
too evident dislike of Prescott.
"Funny, but that's the man who wanted me to resign the class presidency
so that he could run for it," laughed Dick to his chum.
Dick had told Greg of that laughable interview, but it had gone
no further. Greg could be trusted not to talk too much.
"Going over to Philadelphia to see the Navy anchored to a zero
score, Haynes?" asked Carter, of the second class.
"Yes; I reckon I'm going over," replied Haynes. "But I'm not
so sure that we'll see the Navy sunk," replied the turnback.
"I know you don't care much for Prescott," smiled Carter. "Yet
how can you be blind to the wonderful work that he and Holmes
are doing? Is it because Prescott is playing the position for
which you were cast?"
"No, it isn't," retorted Haynes, his face red with passion "If
our team wants Prescott, let it have him. I don't care. But
I've a notion Prescott won't be strutting about with such lordly
airs-----"
"Prescotts? Lordly airs?" broke in Cadet Carter, grinning broadly.
"Whew, but that would make a hit with the fellows! Why, Prescott
is anything but a lordly chap.
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