CHAPTER XIII.
WHEN "BRACE UP, ARMY!" WAS THE WORD "All out for practice!" called Wolgast.
Team men and subs.

bunched, the Navy players trotted on to the field, amid a tempest of wild cheering.
No sooner had Dave Darrin halted for an instant, when he broke into a whirlwind of sprinting speed.

Dan Dalzell tried to keep up with him, but found it impossible.
"Good old Darry!" yelled a hoarse voice from one of the grandstands.
"That's the way you'll go around the end to-day!" Some of the other Navy players were kicking a ball back and forth.
The Army team was not yet on the field, but it came, a few moments later, and received a tremendous ovation from its own solid ranks of rooters.
This time Darrin barely glanced at any of the Army players.

He knew that Prescott and Holmes were not there.

Whoever else might be, he was not interested.
Only a very few minutes were allowed for practice.