CHAPTER XIV.
THE NAVY GOAT GRINS All at once the Navy band chopped out a few swift measures of triumphant melody.
The entire Brigade of Midshipmen cheered under its cheermaster.
Thousands of blue and gold Navy banners fluttered through the stands.
That safety had counted two on the score for the Navy.
Given breathing time, the Army now brought the ball out toward midfield, and once more the savage work began.

The Navy had gained ten yards, when the time-keeper signaled the end of the first period.
As the players trotted off the Navy was exultant, the Army depressed.
Captain Douglass was scowling.
"You fellows will have to brace!" he snapped.

"Are you going to let the little middies run over us ?" "I shall have no bad feeling, suh, if you think it well to put a fresh man in my place, suh," replied Cadet Anstey.
"Hang it, I don't want a man in your place!" retorted Douglass angrily.

"I want you, and every other man, Anstey, to do each better work than was done in that period.

Hang it, fellows, the middies are making sport of us." Among the Navy players there was not so much talk.