"That isn't nervousness, Danny boy."
"If it isn't, what is it, then?"
"Electricity."
"Elec—Oh, say, now—"
"It's electricity," Dave insisted. "He's a live wire, that man Hepson.
He'll pull us through on the field this year, if any one can."
"There's nothing like looking on the bright side of things," murmured
Dalzell, drumming on his chair.
"I'd rather see Hepson under estimate the Navy team," went on Dave, "than feel too sure that it is invincible. Still, I believe that the Navy is going to put forward a mighty strong eleven this year. Though, of course, that is not saying that we can beat the Army."
"Why not?" demanded Dalzell almost fiercely.
"Because, no matter how good a line we put forward, the Army may put forward a better."
"Now, don't go tooting the Army's bugle!"