"Mr.Darrin goes through like a cannon-ball, and Dalzell is always just where Darrin needs him." "These men have played together before, and they're used to team work, sir," said Midshipman Hepson.
"So?
Where did they play before coming to Annapolis ?" "On what was, in their day, one of the best High School eleven's going, sir." "Oho! Do you know, Mr.Hepson, they play more like college men than anything else.

It must have been a bully High School team that graduated them." "From the little that I've heard, sir, that High School team was a great one." Coach and captain walked back to the scene.
"You will now play another ten-minute period," directed Mr.Havens.
"Jetson will withdraw from the second eleven during the next period and Doyle will take his place." "So that's what coach and team captain were hatching up ?" thought Midshipman Jetson.

"That gives me a black eye, and my chances of making the Navy eleven are now worse than ever.

Probably I won't even make sub." As Navy and Rustlers again collided in the fray, Jetson watched Dave's work narrowly, furiously.
"Darrin always was a smooth one," Jetson declared angrily to himself.
"And now, just because he raised a 'holler', my football prospects are set back for this year.

Probably I can't make the eleven next year, either.