"I'll get along at the proper time." Dave didn't delay to argue.

He stepped briskly outside, then into the field, his eyes roving over the thousands of spectators who still lingered.

At last a waving little white morsel of a handkerchief rewarded Darrin's search.
"Oh, you did just splendidly to-day," was Belle's enthusiastic greeting, as Dave stepped up to the young lady and her mother.
"I've heard lots of men say that it was all Darrin's victory." "Yes; you're the hero of Franklin Field, this year," smiled Mrs.
Meade.
"Laura Bentley and her mother didn't come over ?" Dave inquired presently.
"No; of course not----after the way that the cadets used Dick Prescott," returned Belle.

"Wasn't it shameful of the cadets to treat a man like Dick in that fashion ?" "I have my opinion, of course," Dave replied moodily, "but it's hardly for a midshipman to criticise the cadets for their own administration of internal discipline in their own corps.

The absence of Prescott and Holmes probably cost the Army the game to-day." "Not a bit of it!" Belle disputed warmly.