"Just our luck!" grunted many of the spectators.
Meanwhile Dave, Dan and Jet got out of their togs, and through with their shower baths as quickly as they could, for Lieutenant-Commander Parker was on hand, awaiting them impatiently.
Until close to supper call did the coach hold converse with these three men of the Navy's left flank. Then the lieutenant-commander went to Midshipman Wolgast, who was waiting.
"Mr. Wolgast, I see the Army's banner trailed low in the dust this year," laughed coach. "These young gentlemen have been explaining to me some new plays that will cause wailing and gnashing of teeth at West Point."
"I'm afraid, sir, that you forget one thing," smiled Darrin.
"What is that, sir?" demanded coach.
"Why, sir, the Army has Prescott and Holmes, beyond a doubt, for they played last year."
"I saw Prescott and Holmes last year," nodded Mr. Parker. "But they didn't have a thing to compare with what you've just been explaining to me."
"May I remark, sir, that that was last year?" suggested Dave.
"Then you think that Prescott and Holmes may have developed some new plays."