"That will tie the score.

It's our best chance to-day." "Unless, suh," gravely observed Anstey, "We can follow that by driving the midshipmen into a safety." "And we could do even that, if we had Prescott and Holmesy here," thought Douglass, with sinking heart to himself.

He was careful not to repeat that sentiment audibly.
"Holmesy ought to be here to-day, and working," growled one of the Army subs.

"He's a sneak, just to desert on Mr.Prescott's account." "None of that!" called Doug sharply.
The Army head coach came along, talking quietly but forcefully to the all but discouraged cadets.

Then he addressed himself to Douglass, explaining what he thought were next to the weakest points in the Navy line.
"You ought to be able to save the score yet, Mr.Douglass," wound up coach.
"I wish some one else had the job!" sighed Doug to himself.
"Fellows, the main game that is left," explained Wolgast to the midshipmen, "is to keep West Point from scoring.