"I'd be amazed, sir, if they hadn't done so. And I've tried to have the Navy always bear in mind, sir, that Dalzell and myself learned everything we know of football under Dick Prescott, who, for his weight, I believe to be the best football player in the United States!"
"You're not going to get cold feet, are you, Mr. Darrin?" laughed
Lieutenant-Commander Parker.
"No, sir; but, on the other hand, I don't want to underestimate the enemy."
"You don't seem likely to commit that fault, Mr. Darrin. For my part," went on coach, "I'm going to feel rather satisfied that Prescott and Holmes, of the Army, won't be able to get up anything that will equal or block the new plays you've been describing to me."
Dave and Dan were more than usually excited as they lingered in their room, awaiting the call to supper formation. Farley and Page, all ready to respond to the call, were also in the room.
"I hope old Dick and Greg haven't got anything new that will stop us!" glowed Dan Dalzell.
"It's just barely possible, of course," assented Darrin, "that they haven't."
"If they haven't," chuckled Farley gleefully, "then we scuttle the Army this year."
"Wouldn't it be truly great," laughed Page, "to see the great Prescott go down in the dust of defeat. Ha, ha! I can picture, right now, the look of amazement on his Army face!"
"We mustn't laugh too soon," Dave warned his hearers.