"And now, Danny boy, we simply must stow all gab and get busy with our lessons.

We've a recitation between now and the afternoon practice." "And the game, to-morrow!" breathed Midshipman Dalzell fervently.
The morrow's game was to be against the University of Pennsylvania eleven.

The opposition team being an unusually good one that year, the Navy's gridiron pets were preparing to strain every nerve in the hope of victory.
In that afternoon's practice Dave and Dan showed up better than ever.
Farley and Page, too, were coming along splendidly, while Midshipman Joyce was proving himself all but a joy to exacting Hepson.
But when the morrow came U.P.carried away the game to the tune of five to nothing, and the Navy goat wept.

Dave and Dan made several brilliant plays, but the Navy average both of size and skill was somewhat below that of the older, bigger college men.
Other games followed fast now, and the Navy eleven and its subs.

had plenty of work cut out for them.