"No; did I tell you that I had a letter from Dick Prescott ?" "I think you mentioned something of the sort, last winter," Dalzell admitted still suspicious.
"No; I got one this morning from good old Dick," Darrin went on.
"All right," Dan agreed.

"What's the answer ?" "I haven't had time to read it yet," Darrin responded.

"But here's the letter.

Maybe you'd like to look it over." Across the study table Dan Dalzell received the envelope and its enclosure rather gingerly.

Dan didn't like to be caught "biting" at a "sell," and he still expected some trick from his roommate.
It was, however, a letter written in Dick Prescott's well-remembered handwriting.
"I understand that you are both on the Navy team, and that you made good in the first game," wrote the West Point cadet.