Greg could be trusted not to talk too much.
"Going over to Philadelphia to see the Navy anchored to a zero score, Haynes ?" asked Carter, of the second class.
"Yes; I reckon I'm going over," replied Haynes.

"But I'm not so sure that we'll see the Navy sunk," replied the turnback.
"I know you don't care much for Prescott," smiled Carter.

"Yet how can you be blind to the wonderful work that he and Holmes are doing?
Is it because Prescott is playing the position for which you were cast ?" "No, it isn't," retorted Haynes, his face red with passion "If our team wants Prescott, let it have him.

I don't care.

But I've a notion Prescott won't be strutting about with such lordly airs-----" "Prescotts?
Lordly airs ?" broke in Cadet Carter, grinning broadly.
"Whew, but that would make a hit with the fellows! Why, Prescott is anything but a lordly chap.