the all but discouraged cadets. Then he addressed himself
to Douglass, explaining what he thought were next to the weakest
points in the Navy line.
"You ought to be able to save the score yet, Mr. Douglass," wound
up coach.
"I wish some one else had the job!" sighed Doug to himself.
"Fellows, the main game that is left," explained Wolgast to the
midshipmen, "is to keep West Point from scoring. As to our own
points, we have enough now---though more will be welcome."
Play began in the fourth period. At first it was nip and tuck,
neck and neck. But the Army braced and put the pigskin within
sixteen yards of the Navy's goal line. Then the men from Annapolis
seemed suddenly to wake up. Darrin, who had had little to do
in the last few plays, was now sent to the front again. Steadily,
even brilliantly, he, Dalzell and Jetson figured in the limelight
plays. Yard after yard was gained, while the Army eleven shivered.
At last it came to the inevitable. The Army was forced to use
another safety. Stinging under the sense of defeat, the cadet
players put that temporary chance to such good advantage that
they gradually got the pigskin over into Naval territory. But
there the midshipmen held it until the timekeeper interposed.
The fourth period and the game were over. West Point had gone
down in a memorable, stinging defeat. The Navy had triumphed,
ten to two.
What a crash came from the Naval Academy Band! Yet the Military
Academy Band, catching the spirit and the tune, joined in, and
both bands blared forth, the musicians making themselves heard
faintly through all the tempest of huzzas.
Dave Darrin smiled faintly as he hurried away from the field.
All his personal interest in football had vanished. He had played
his last game of football and was glad that the Navy had won;
that was about all.
Yet he was not listless---far from it. On the contrary Dave fairly
ran to dressing quarters, hustled under a shower and then began
to towel and dress.
For out in the audience, well he knew, had sat Belle Meade and
her mother.
"Darry, you're a wonder!" cried Wolgast. "Every time to-day we
called upon you you were ready with the push."
But Dave, rushing through his dressing, barely heard this and
other praise that was showered on him.
"I'll get along before assembly time, Davy," whispered Dan Dalzell.
"Come along now," Dave called back.
"Oh, no! I know that you and Belle want some time to yourse
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