"Dave, don't belittle your own superb work in that fashion! The Army would have lost to-day if the West Point eleven had been made up exclusively of Prescotts and Holmeses!" As Belle spoke thus warmly her gaze wandered, resting, though not by intent, on the face of a young Army officer passing at that moment.
"If the remark was made to me, miss," smiled the Army officer, "I wish to say that I wholly agree with you.

The Navy's playing was the most wonderful that I ever saw." Dave, in the meantime, had saluted, then stood at attention until the Army officer had passed.
"There!" cried Belle triumphantly.

"You have it from the other side, now---from the enemy." "Hardly from the enemy," replied Dave, laughing.

"Between the United States Army and the United States Navy there can never be a matter of enmity.

Annually, in football, the Army and Navy teams are opponents---rivals, perhaps---but never enemies." Mrs.Meade had strolled away for a few yards, the better to leave the young people by themselves.
"Dave," announced Belle almost sternly, "you've simply got to say something savage about the action of the West Point men in sending Dick Prescott to Coventry." "The West Point men didn't do it," rejoined Dave.