It seems almost too big a responsibility for any but a demi-god." "Demi-gods don't play football," jeered Dan.

"They're nothing but idols, anyway, and they're two thousand years out of date.

What we want on the Navy line is real human flesh and blood." "There'll be blood on the doorstep of the moon if the Army carries things away from us this year," predicted Page mournfully.
"Well, all we can do is our best," declared Dave.

"We'll do that, too, and do it mightily.

Wow! What's that ?" Ta-ra-ra-ta-ra-ta! sounded musically in the corridors.
"Supper formation, by Jove!" gasped Dan.
Farley and Page fled without a word.