"We believe you to be a prince of good and true fellows; in fact, we accept you at the full estimate of the Brigade of Midshipmen.

Wade in and beat us to-day, if you can---but you can't Prescott or no Prescott." "Better run inside and tog!" called Wolgast from a distance.
"You'll excuse us now, won't you ?" asked Dave.

"Come along, Danny boy." As the two midshipmen lifted their caps and hastened away, Fields gazed after them speculatively: "There goes the Navy's strength in to-day's game," he announced.
"I wonder if we have done Prescott any wrong ?" said another cadet slowly.
"That question has been settled by formal class action," replied another.

"It's a closed matter." Then these West Point men strolled over to quarters to get into togs.

As they were to play subs.