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"Remember, gentlemen, until the Army game is over, it's to be nothing this year but work, work, work!" warned Midshipman Hepson, with intense earnestness. With nothing but football in the air, Dan soon caught the infection even more deeply than his chum. "Hang it, I'm a dub," groaned Dan. "Lots of the fellows gave up their leave in order to be here and practise. Why in the mischief didn't I?"
"Remember, Darry, how much we're backing on you to-day," muttered Hepson, after another round of yells for Dave had been given. "I can't do everything, and perhaps not much," smiled Dave. "But I'll do my level best to do all that you call upon me for at my own little spot in the line." A din of Hanniston yells was now smiting the air.
"Are you afraid of the Army, Darry?" demanded Hepson. "I'm not going to be too cock-sure, if the story is true that Prescott and Holmes are out with the Army team this year." "Are they such great players!" demanded Hepson. "They are," Dave responded solemnly, "or were. I know something about that pair, since I've played on the same eleven with Prescott and Holmes."
"They are, if they've gone forward in the game, instead of backward," Darrin replied honestly. "But you and Dalzell can hold 'em, can't you?" demanded Hepson anxiously. "I don't dare brag," Dave answered. "The truth, if anything, is that Danny boy and I can hardly hope to hold the Army pair back.
Dave changed his linen as quickly as he could, while Hepson appeared with three borrowed dress coats for a try-on. One was found to fill the bill. Resting it over a chair, Darrin slipped on his service blouse and reported to the O.C. Permission was granted to borrow a dress coat.
"That is to say, I was under the impression that there had been some unusual agility in operation. I heard something that sounded like scuffling." "Yes, sir," replied Mr. Hepson; "I think it very likely. The men on this deck, sir, can't think of anything in these days but line-ups and scrimmage tactics." "It occurred to me," went on the O.C., "that there was some sound of scuffling in this room."
No sooner had release from studies sounded through big and handsome Bancroft Hall, than there came a tap at Dave Darrin's door. "Come in," called Dave. Hepson came in first, followed by a score of other midshipmen. "Say, I didn't hear assembly blow lately," remarked Dan Dalzell, closing a new text-book and looking up with a smile of welcome.
"I suppose that suspicion will stick, and my chances of making the Navy eleven are now scantier than ever," muttered the unfortunate midshipman to himself. 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.
Midshipman Joyce wanted most badly to be a spectator to what was likely to happen on the inner side of the door, but he had the good sense to realize that some one must do guard duty, so he stepped outside, closing the door after him. "Now, gentlemen, what's this all about?" demanded Hepson in a low, smooth voice.
Hepson, you and I will have to have an accounting, too!" "Oh, just as you like," responded the first classman, shrugging his shoulders. "You'll find it a better rule, however, to stick to one affair at a time. Darry, are you in shape, now, to attend to this matter from your point of view?" "Quite," nodded Dave, who had about succeeded in stanching the flow of blood from his injured nose. "Does Mr.
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