"Yet not a whit anxious for the honor of the Army that you hope to serve in all your lives.

Now, you fellows know, as well as any of us, that we don't much mind being walked over by a crack college eleven.
But we want to beat the Navy, year in and year out.

Why, fellows, this year the Navy has one of the best elevens in its history.
All the signs are that the middies are going to walk roughshod over us.

And yet you two fellows, whom we need, are sulking in quarters, poring over books---nervous about your studies!" Scorn rang in Brayton's heavy tones.
"If I really thought you needed me-----" began Dick.
"Of course, if you did actually need two duffers like-----" broke in Cadet Holmes.
"Need you!" retorted Brayton.

"I'm almost ashamed to be sitting here with two such cold-blooded duffers.