"Are you ready to exhibit them, Mr. Darrin?"
"We'll show 'em all, if you order it, sir," Darrin answered respectfully. "But we'll undoubtedly spring two or three of 'em, anyway, in this afternoon's practice."
"I'll be patient, then," nodded coach. "But I want a brief talk with you after practice, Mr. Darrin."
"Very good, sir."
"I just want you to sketch out the new plays to me in private, that
I may consider them," explained the lieutenant-commander.
"Yes, sir. But I am not really the originator of any of the new plays. Mr. Dalzell and Mr. Jetson have had as much to do with all of the new ones as I have, sir."
"And this is Darrin's last year! The Navy will never have his like again," groaned one fourth classman to another.
"Ready to resume play!" called coach. "Navy to start the ball."
The play was on again, in earnest, but this time it fell to the right flank of, the Navy team to stop the onward rush of the Rustlers as they charged down with the ball after the Navy's kick-off.
In fact, not during the team practice did Dave or Dan get a chance to show another of their new tricks.