"If we can't beat the visitors what's the use of playing them?
It isn't even necessary to get into togs.

We can send a note to the referee, and he can award the game to Hanniston." "Fine!" broke in Hepson scornfully.
"However, I guess we aren't going to have any cinch to-day," joined in Midshipman Waite, from another table.

"I have word from outside, by the way." "What word ?" "Well, the Hanniston fellows have brought over some money with which to back up the howls they're making for their team.

They're offering odds of ten to six that Hanniston wins." "They stand to lose a lot of money," grinned Hepson.
"But here's the funny part of it," continued Waite.

"You know, when the townspeople in Annapolis think they have a really good thing on us, they cover the money of visitors in any wagers on the games." "Then here's hoping that the Annapolis townspeople win a lot to-day," laughed Midshipman Hepson.
"Yes, but," returned Waite, "what I hear from town is that the Annapolis townspeople have been driven to cover; that they aren't taking up the offers of the visiting Hanniston boys." "Too bad!" sighed Dave Darrin.