"He said that, if it hadn't been for you and Greg, the Navy would
have won the game," retorted Belle.
"I hope that's true," declared Dick boldly.
"Oh, you do, Mister Prescott? And why?" asked Belle.
"Because I belong to the Army, and I want always to see the Army
win."
"If West Point defeats Annapolis next Thanksgiving, and if its
because of you and Greg, then I'll never speak to either of you
again," asserted Belle.
"Come along, Dick," laughed Laura. "Belle's positively dangerous
when she talks about the Navy!"
"The Navy is the only real branch of the service," declared Belle,
with a toss of her head. "Everybody says so. The Army is merely
nothing---positive zero!"
"Laughing good-humoredly, Greg piloted Belle up the long, winding
walk that leads to the West Point plain. Dick and Laura soon fell
in behind, at some distance, walking very slowly.
"Did you have a tiresome trip here?" inquired Dick.
"No; a very pleasant one," Laura replied.
"I should think a long journey would be tedious to women traveling
without male escort," Dick went on.
"We had escort as far as New York," Laura replied promptly.
"Oh, you did?" inquired Prescott, feeling a swift sinking at heart.
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