rength in to-day's game," he announced.

"I wonder if we have done Prescott any wrong?" said another cadet
slowly.

"That question has been settled by formal class action," replied
another. "It's a closed matter."

Then these West Point men strolled over to quarters to get into
togs. As they were to play subs. they did not need to be as
early at togging as the members of the team.

Out on Franklin Field thousands and thousands of Americans, from
the President of the United States down, waited impatiently for
the excitement of the day to begin.

On either side of the field some hundreds of seats were still
left vacant. The music of a band now floated out, proclaiming
that one set of seats was soon to be filled. Then in, through
a gate, marched the Military Academy band at the head of the Corps
of Cadets. Frantic cheers broke loose on the air, and there was
a great fluttering of the black and gray banners carried by the
Army's boosters in the audience. Gray and steel-like the superb
corps marched in across the field, and over to the seats assigned
to them.

Barely had the Army band ceased playing when another struck up in
the distance. It was now the turn of the fine Naval Academy band
to play the Brigade of Midshipmen on to the field. Again the air
vibrated with the intensity of the loyal cheers that greeted the
middies.

Over in quarters, after the middies of the team had togged, a
few anxious minutes of waiting followed. What was to be the fate
of the day?

"Darry," spoke Wolgast in a voice full of feeling, "you're not
woozy to-day, are you?"

"I don't believe I am," smiled Dave.

"Well, you know, old chap, you've been unaccountably stale---or
something---at times this season. You haven't been the real
Darry---always. You're feeling in really bully form today?"

"I'm pretty sure that I'm in good winning form," Dave replied.
"Will that be enough?"

Wolgast looked him over, then rejoined:

"Somehow, I think you're in pretty good form. I'll feel better,
very likely, after we've played for ten minutes. Darry, old fellow,
just don't forget how much the Navy depends upon you."

"Are you all right, Davy?" Dan Dalzell demanded in a more than
anxious undertone.

"I certainly am, Danny boy."

"But, you know-----"

"Yes; I know that, for a while, I showed signs of going fuzzy.
But I'm over that."

"Good!" chuckled Dan, as he caught the resolute flash in Darrin's
eyes. "I was fearfully afr