JOYCE IS BITTEN BY THE TROUBLE BUG The game was over.

The giant visitors had departed, and the Naval Academy atmosphere appeared to be rarefied.
Most of the members of the brigade were back in Bancroft Hall, and this being late Saturday afternoon, study was over save for those who felt the need of devoting extra time to their books.
Farley, Page and Joyce had dropped into the room occupied by Dave and Dan.
"Hepson was nearly crazy this afternoon," remarked Joyce, laughing.
"Then he had an easy way of concealing the fact," Dave replied.

"I call him a cool football captain, with plenty of judgment and patience." "Yes; but I happen to know that he was badly upset," returned Joyce.
"Twice he sent me the wrong signal about the numbers to call, and he admitted it afterward.

He was afraid, before the game was twenty minutes' old, that we were up against a big walloping." "Oh, well," Darrin replied, with a shrug of his shoulders, "the Navy is just as used as the Army is to being walloped in athletics.

The trouble with the Army and Navy teams, in athletics, is that we're always pitted against college men who are bigger and older than we are.