It was now the turn of the fine Naval Academy band to play the Brigade of Midshipmen on to the field.

Again the air vibrated with the intensity of the loyal cheers that greeted the middies.
Over in quarters, after the middies of the team had togged, a few anxious minutes of waiting followed.

What was to be the fate of the day?
"Darry," spoke Wolgast in a voice full of feeling, "you're not woozy to-day, are you ?" "I don't believe I am," smiled Dave.
"Well, you know, old chap, you've been unaccountably stale---or something---at times this season.

You haven't been the real Darry---always.

You're feeling in really bully form today ?" "I'm pretty sure that I'm in good winning form," Dave replied.
"Will that be enough ?" Wolgast looked him over, then rejoined: "Somehow, I think you're in pretty good form.