Caesar's ghost may know what Haynes was doing with his time---I don't.

But I don't believe he was boning." Prescott smiled quietly to himself as he recalled how Cadet Haynes had been employing his leisure in this very room.
"Well, I'm happy, and Lieutenant Carney will be," muttered Brayton, turning to go.

"A whole lot of us will feel easier." "Any idea where you'll try to play us ?" asked Dick, as the captain of the Army eleven rested his hand on the knob.
"Not much; we'll find out during tomorrow afternoon's practice.
Be sharp on time, won't you ?" "If we're able to walk," promised Dick.
Just after Brayton had gone the orderly came through with mail.
"You got something, eh ?" asked Greg.
"Yes; a letter from grand old Dave Darrin," cried Dick, as he broke the seal of the envelope.
"Let me know the news," begged Holmes.
"Whoop! Dave is on the Navy football team.

So is Dan Dalzell! Both have gone in at the eleventh hour." "Great Scott!" breathed Greg, rising to his feet.

"I wonder if we're going to be placed on the line where we'll have to bump 'em in the Army-Navy game ?" "We may be, if we get on the line," uttered Prescott, as he finished the epistle.