A minute later he was allowing good old Greg to pump the details
of that interview out of him.
"Say," muttered Cadet Holmes, staring soberly at his chum, "an
officer like Lieutenant Denton can put a different look on things,
can't be?"
"He certainly can, Greg."
"I'm not going to be fresh, while I'm a cadet," continued Holmes.
"But when I'm an officer I'm going to seek Mr. Denton and ask him
to be my friend, too!"
CHAPTER XI
THE NEWS FROM FRANKLIN FIELD
Though Dick was firmly resolved on his new course, life none the
less was bitter for him.
The Army football team was now being organized and drilled in
earnest. Douglass captained it this year, and was doing excellent
work, though his material was not as good as he could have wished.
Anstey was developing speed and strategy in the position of quarterback,
and, in football matters, was a close confidant of Douglass.
"This Prescott muss has given us a bad setback this year," growled
Douglass.
"It certainly has, suh," agreed the Virginian. "We're certainly
going to feel the loss of Prescott and Holmes when we come to
face the Navy eleven with such men as Darrin and Dalzell."
"Hang it, yes. I'm shivering already," growled Douglass. "Now,
of course, we can't ask Prescott to join."
"And he wouldn't come in, suh, while in Coventry, if we asked him."
"But Holmes, who is almost as good a man, ought not to hold back
where the Army's credit and honor are at stake.
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