"But why won't Prescott and Holmes play this year?" asked Farley, his face radiant with the satisfaction that the news had given him.
"Because the corps has sent Prescott to Coventry for something that
I'm certain the dear old fellow never did," Darrin replied.
"Lucky accident!" muttered Farley.
"But the corps will repent, when they find their football hope gone," predicted Page, his face losing much of its hitherto joyous expression.
"No! No such luck," rejoined Midshipman Darrin. "If the brigade, here, sent a fellow to Coventry for what they considered cause, do you mean to tell me that they'd take the fellow out of Coventry just to get a good player on the eleven?"
"No, of course, not," Page admitted.
"Then do you imagine that the West Point men are any more lax in their views of corps honor?" pressed Dave.
"To be sure they are not—-they can't be."
"Then there's only a chance in a thousand that Dick Prescott will, by any lucky accident, be restored to favor in the corps—-at least, in time to play on this year's eleven. If he doesn't play, Holmes simply won't play. So that takes all the interest out of this year's Army-navy game."
"Not if the Navy wins," contended Midshipman Page.