Holmes ought
to stand for the Army, asleep or awake!"
"If I were in Holmesy's place, I wouldn't come in," rejoined the
Virginian. "I'd stay out, just as Holmesy is doing."
"But you were one of Prescott's thick friends, too."
"I'm not his roommate, or his schoolboy chum, suh. Holmesy is.
"It's hard to lose either of them," sighed Douglass, "and fierce
to lose both of them. We've worked like real heroes, but I can't
see any such team coming on as the Army had last year. And the
Navy eleven will undoubtedly be better this year than it was last."
"The Army must stand to lose by the action of the first class,"
insisted Anstey doggedly.
Though every man in the corps would have thrown up his cap at
the announcement that Prescott and Holmes were to play again this
year, the leaders of first-class opinion could see no reason to
alter their judgment of Dick. So he continued in Coventry.
The football season came on with a rush at last. The Army won
some of its games, from minor teams, but none from the bigger
college elevens.
Then came the fateful Saturday when the corps went over to
Philadelphia. Dick and Greg were the only two members of the
corps, not under severe discipline, who remained behind at the
Military Academy.
Late that afternoon Greg, with a long face, brought in the football
news from Franklin Field.
"The Navy has wiped us up, ten to two," grumbled Holmes.
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