The whistle blew before any further advantage had been gained. Coach and Midshipman Hepson had gained considerable insight into the work of the team.
"Mr. Hepson," said coach aside, in the interval that followed, "you have done well, I think, to place two such men as Darrin and Dalzell on the provisional team."
"I am glad you think so, sir," replied the Navy football captain, "for that is the way it strikes me."
"If you keep them at the left flank you'll have something like dynamite there," smiled coach. "Mr. Darrin goes through like a cannon-ball, and Dalzell is always just where Darrin needs him."
"These men have played together before, and they're used to team work, sir," said Midshipman Hepson.
"So? Where did they play before coming to Annapolis?"
"On what was, in their day, one of the best High School eleven's going, sir."
"Oho! Do you know, Mr. Hepson, they play more like college men than anything else. It must have been a bully High School team that graduated them."
"From the little that I've heard, sir, that High School team was a great one."
Coach and captain walked back to the scene.