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From all private and newspaper accounts many of the West Point
fans were inclined to the belief that the Navy outpointed the
Army in the matter of battery. It had been so the year before
when, as readers of "_Dave Darrin's Third Year At Annapolis_" will
recall, the Navy had succeeded in carrying the game away with
neatness and despatch.
"You young men have simply got to hustle and keep cool. That's
all you can do," urged Lieutenant Lawrence. "We haven't had so
good a nine in years. Whatever you do, don't lie down at the
last moment, and give up to the Navy the only game of the year that
is really worth winning."
Then came two hard afternoons of practice. Every onlooker watched
Dick and Greg closely, anxious to make sure that neither young man
was going stale.
With each added hour it must be confessed that anxiety at West
Point rose another notch.
Then came the day of the game. Even the tireless and merciless
instructors over in the Academic Building eased up a bit on the
cadets that day, if ever the instructors did such a thing.
The Annapolis nine arrived before one o'clock and was promptly
taken to dinner.
All that forenoon, the factions had been gathering.
Most of the visitors, to be sure, came to "root" for the Army,
though there were not wanting several good-sized crowds that came
to cheer and urge the Navy young men on to victory.
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