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Updated: May 1, 2025
"How many of the regular team do you want to throw into the game against Hanniston, Mr. Hepson?" inquired Lieutenant-Commander Havens the night before the game. "Every one of them, sir," Hepson answered the head coach. "Until we get into a real game, we can't be sure that we've the strongest eleven. To-morrow's game will show us if we have made any mistakes in our selections."
Even though Hanniston was considered one of the lesser opponents, every man in the brigade speculated with great interest, that night, on the probable outcome of the morrow. "Darrin will have a good chance to prove himself, a dub to-morrow," thought Midshipman Jetson darkly. "I hate to wish against the Navy, but I'll cheer if Darrin, individually, ties himself up in foozle knots!"
Hanniston could not get the ball away from its present locality, and in dread the college captain sent the ball back of his own line to a safety. This counted two for Annapolis, but it also set the ball back twenty-five yards from the college line. "Block! block! block if you can't fight the ball back to the Navy goal," was the word that Captain Hart, of the college team, sent along his own line.
"Yes, but," returned Waite, "what I hear from town is that the Annapolis townspeople have been driven to cover; that they aren't taking up the offers of the visiting Hanniston boys." "Too bad!" sighed Dave Darrin. "And Annapolis needs the money so badly, too." "Are we going to win?" asked Waite bluntly. "Too early to tell you," replied Hepson coolly. "Ask me at supper to-night.
Nearer and nearer to the college goal line the team of smaller men fought the pigskin, until at last they had it within six yards of the Hanniston fortress. But at this point the visitors stayed further progress long enough to have the pigskin ovoid come to them by a block. The situation was desperate.
At that time the Naval Academy Band began to play, just to keep the waiting ones more patient. Ten minutes later the Hanniston players came on to the field at a slow trot. Instantly the Hanniston howlers in the audience began to whoop up the noise. The midshipmen joined in cheers, and then the band took up the music again.
Instead, Dave, as he hurled himself at the opponent, sprang high into the air, as though he had some desperate plan of leaping over the barrier. Braced on his legs, his two feet solidly planted, this Hanniston man felt ready for any shock that Dave Darrin could bring against him. But Darrin did not touch him. On the contrary, the Navy's hope fell to the ground, just short of the blocking opponent.
It isn't even necessary to get into togs. We can send a note to the referee, and he can award the game to Hanniston." "Fine!" broke in Hepson scornfully. "However, I guess we aren't going to have any cinch to-day," joined in Midshipman Waite, from another table. "I have word from outside, by the way." "What word?"
"Well, the Hanniston fellows have brought over some money with which to back up the howls they're making for their team. They're offering odds of ten to six that Hanniston wins." "They stand to lose a lot of money," grinned Hepson. "But here's the funny part of it," continued Waite.
Within five minutes the Hanniston players had established the fact that they were not only bulky, but quick and brainy. In fact, though the Navy promptly blocked the ball and got it, the middies were unable to make headway against the college men. Then Hanniston took the ball, fighting slowly but steadily toward the Navy goal line.
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