"I want to see Prescott go up against the real star Darrin, and get his neck broken!" Anstey was one of the few at West Point who knew anything about the friendship between Prescott, Holmes, Darrin and Dalzell.
Dan Dalzell had also made the Annapolis eleven, playing right tackle.

That was bound to bring him into hard grip with Greg.
"Anstey, I hope there's time for you to make the acquaintance of Dave and Dan," Dick said earnestly while the Virginian was visiting Greg and himself.

"Dave and Dan are two of the real fellows, if there are any left in the world.
"They must be, old ramrod," replied the Virginian quietly, "if they hold such place in your affections, and in old Holmesy's." Great was the rejoicing, on the eventful morning, when the two "Army specials" pulled out from the station down by the river's edge.
The first section of the train pulled out ahead, carrying the officers of the post, their families and closest friends.
On the second longer section traveled the corps of cadets---with the exception of a few of the young men who, under discipline, were not allowed to take this trip.

With the cadets went the tactical officers and the coaching force.
At Jersey City the first real stop was made.

Then the journey was resumed to Philadelphia.
Franklin Field was crowded with somewhere between thirty and thirty-five thousand people when the corps of cadets, headed by the band, marched on to the field and thence to the seats reserved for the band and the corps.
The whole progress of the corps across the field was accompanied by lusty cheering, by applause and by the mad waving of the gray, black and gold Army pennants.