"However, I'm not going to be betrayed into any bragging until we've wiped the field up with the Army--if we can." Rap-tap! came on the door.
"I'll wager that's Farley," whispered Darrin.
"Or Page"-- from Dan.
"Come in," called Dave.
The door opened, to let in Farley, with Page crowding on his heels.
Dave and Dan both hastened forward to clasp hands with these tried chums of other days.
"Seen Hepson ?" asked Dan.
"Yes," nodded Farley.

"He told us he had gobbled you.

Hepson just left us." "You're going to be on the eleven!" pressed Dan.
"If we can make it," nodded Farley slowly.

"I'd like to play, too, but I'm hoping that the Navy can hit on some one better than myself." "Cold feet!" grinned Dan.
"Not exactly," Farley answered, with a slight flush.

"But it's a big thing to play on the Navy's fighting eleven.