Wolgast looked him over, then rejoined:
"Somehow, I think you're in pretty good form. I'll feel better, very likely, after we've played for ten minutes. Darry, old fellow, just don't forget how much the Navy depends upon you."
"Are you all right, Davy?" Dan Dalzell demanded in a more than anxious undertone.
"I certainly am, Danny boy."
"But, you know——-"
"Yes; I know that, for a while, I showed signs of going fuzzy.
But I'm over that."
"Good!" chuckled Dan, as he caught the resolute flash in Darrin's eyes. "I was fearfully afraid that you'd go bad simply because you didn't have Prescott to go up against. For a good many days that very fact seemed to prey upon your mind and make you indifferent."
"Danny boy, I am going to play my mightiest, just because Prescott isn't with the Army!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that I'm going to make the West Point fellows most abominably sorry that they didn't have Dick Prescott on their eleven. And you want to stand with me in that, Danny boy. Keep hammering the Army to-day, and with every blow just think it's another blow struck for Dick Prescott and Greg Holmes. Oh, we'll trim West Point in their joint name!"