The whole progress of the corps across the field was accompanied
by lusty cheering, by applause and by the mad waving of the gray,
black and gold Army pennants. Most of the spectators who carried
the Navy's blue and gold pennants so far forgot their partisanship
as to cheer and wave for the Army's young men.
Hardly was the corps of cadets seated when another loud strain
of joyous music was heard. The brigade of midshipmen, from Annapolis,
behind the Naval Academy Band, was now entering the field. All
the cheering and all the other frantic signs of approval were
repeated, the corps of cadets from West Point lending heavy additional
volume to the rousing send-off.
In the meantime rival football squads had been hustled off to
dressing quarters.
As the Army squad made quick time to the dressing rooms, Dick
and Greg had their eyes on the alert for even the briefest glimpse
of any of the Navy eleven. It was two years and a half since Dick
and Greg had had even a glimpse of Dave or Dan. How the two West
Pointers yearned for even an instant's look at the chums of old days!
But no such exchange of glimpses was possible at this time. The
Army players and substitutes got into their togs, then waited.
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