"Haynes?" repeated the Army coach. "I'm glad he's not on your line today. Training and all, Haynes isn't the man to match Prescott, even without training."
Haynes heard, and his face was convulsed with rage as he turned swiftly away.
"Queer how folks take so much stock in that fellow Prescott!" muttered the turnback. "Why can't a man like Lieutenant Carney see that Prescott is nothing but a dub, while Holmes is only a dub's helper?"
All through the Army seats it was beginning to be felt that the late placing of Prescott and Holmes in the Army had probably been an error.
There were even many who rated Haynes higher than he deserved to be rated, and who believed that the turnback might have done much to save the day.
As it was, the Army had about given up hope. Lehigh was stronger than usual; that was all, except that the Army team appeared to be weaker than in the year before.
The band still played at appropriate moments; the corps of cadets answered every signal for a yell, but Army spirits were drooping fast.
"Greg," muttered Dick, with a rueful face, "you can wager that we're being roasted by everyone out of earshot!"