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Updated: May 16, 2025
"When we go up against the Army," Hepson informed Dave and Dan, "I don't know whether you'll play at left or right. It will all depend on where the Army puts Prescott and Holmes. Friends of ours who have watched the play at West Point tell me that Prescott and Holmes are armored terrors on the gridiron."
"Don't be too reckless. Just fight to keep the Navy from scoring." "Hepson! Hepson!" came, appealingly, from the seats, as the two elevens lined up at the twenty-five-yard line. "Darry! O Darry!" Grim determination written on their faces, eleven middies awaited the signal, then hurled themselves forward like tigers. The ball came to Dave, who started with it.
With, a gasp the fellow went down to the floor. "One, two, three, four " Hepson began counting. "Don't bother with the count," begged Dalzell "I'll give him all the time he wants to get to his feet." Rap-tap-tap-tap! came a banging summons on the door, followed by Midshipman Joyce's voice demanding: "Are you in, Danny boy?"
"Then I'll be captain if I'm asked," promised Dan, with the grin that always lurked close to the surface of his face. While hundreds of midshipmen felt desperately blue on the homeward journey, Dalzell had already nearly forgotten his disappointment. "You'll never be asked," predicted Hepson good-humoredly.
"Hepson must enjoy hearing more noise for Darrin than for himself," reflected Jetson moodily. But Hepson, big in body, heart and mind, was intent only on victory. It did not even occur to the captain of the Navy eleven that Darrin was getting more of a reception than himself. Hepson was simply and heartily glad to find himself supported by two such promising gridiron men as Darrin and Dalzell.
"Then, while you're telling me what to stop, you just stop addressing me as 'fellow," cried Jetson, his lip quivering with rage. "I'll admit that was hasty on my part," agreed Midshipman Hepson, "but it seemed necessary to use some word to bring you to your senses. And now, this fight, which would get you both into serious trouble if a discipline officer came upon the scene, must cease."
As he strolled about for a few minutes, after breakfast, while Dan went back to his room to do some hurried study, Darrin noted that many once friendly faces were turned away from him. "Good morning, Hepson," was Dave's greeting as his friend went by. "Good morning," muttered Hepson, and was gone. "Good morning, Watson," said Dave to one of his own classmates.
"Are they better than you two, Darry?" Hepson demanded. "Yes," answered Dave unhesitatingly. "Is that honesty or extreme modesty?" "Extreme mod " broke in Dan Dalzell, but he closed his mouth with a snap and ducked as he saw three of the visitors making for him. "It's hard to believe," muttered Hepson, though he spoke uneasily. "Why do you rank Prescott and Holmes so high, Darry?"
Hundreds took the air in the grounds. Almost the sole topic was football. Hepson speedily had most of the members of the big squad gathered about him. Others, who could not hope to "make" in football, gathered near-by, as though afraid of losing some of the talk.
There were details of military organization to be announced. Some of the young men had to go up for physical examination, even if only of the eyes. At the afternoon recreation hour Hepson led the big football squad out to the field. Hundreds of midshsipmen went there to see how the Navy would show up in the vitally important tests.
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