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"If you're determined to fight," rejoined Hepson, who was the only first classman present, "then we don't want to stop the fight. We'll stay and see it pulled off fairly. But, Dalzell, do you really want to fight?" "I didn't want to," Dan answered. "But, now that Mr. Jetson has started it, it must go on until he's satisfied. Up with your hands, sir, and when you start in, I'll answer you."
Dave and Dan both hastened forward to clasp hands with these tried chums of other days. "Seen Hepson?" asked Dan. "Yes," nodded Farley. "He told us he had gobbled you. Hepson just left us." "You're going to be on the eleven!" pressed Dan. "If we can make it," nodded Farley slowly. "I'd like to play, too, but I'm hoping that the Navy can hit on some one better than myself."
"And the Army will beat more college teams this year than usual." "We won't die until the Army shoots, anyway," promised Hepson. "And now, Darry, there's another question we want to put to you, and we want an out-and-out answer. Do you believe that Jetson really meant to trip you this afternoon?" "You heard his denial," Dave rejoined. "Yes." "Well, Jetson is a midshipman and a gentleman.
"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.
"When are you going to play football?" growled one man. Midshipman Hepson turned on him like a flash. "Jetson, there's a substitute captain in the squad, but you're not the man. Neither are you one of the coaches."
"We've got you back on the gridiron, at any rate," exclaimed Hepson exultantly. "We of the football squad wish that we might be permitted to divide your demerits up among ourselves." "You might suggest that little point to the commandant of midshipmen," grinned Dan. "And get jolly well trounced for our impudence," grimaced Midshipman Hepson.
"Begin the game, the Rustlers to have the ball," called Lieutenant-Commander Havens. "And mix it up lively, Navy," called Hepson, who, both on account of his size and other qualifications, played center. At the whistle-blast the Rustlers kicked it off a beautiful, long, arching curve. The ball came to quarter-back, who passed it to Dave Darrin. Then the fun began.
At the outset Hepson was everywhere, like a buzzing, excitable wasp. Nor did he prove to be minus a sting at times. "I think, sir," suggested Hepson, going over to Lieutenant-Commander Havens, the head coach, "that it would be well for us to know something about the running speed of every candidate." "Very good, Mr. Hepson; try out any man that you're curious about," replied the officer.
"You know, we've never played on anything as big as the Navy team. We used to be good enough little players on a country school team. But it's different here." "Let the coaches and the captain find that out, then," grunted Hepson. "But you'll work? You'll try to make good? You'll try to make the team and some history?"
Joyce, I think Hepson is not dancing at present. Will you return to the hop, and, if he is not dancing, will you bring him out here?" "I don't want to see Hepson," cried Midshipman Jetson. "You're the only one I'm interested in in this matter, Mr. Darrin." "You've virtually refused to accept my word." "I do so refuse." "Then you call me " "A liar, if you like!" snapped back Midshipman Jetson.
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