CHAPTER XI.
THE NEWS FROM FRANKLIN FIELD Though Dick was firmly resolved on his new course, life none the less was bitter for him.
The Army football team was now being organized and drilled in earnest.

Douglass captained it this year, and was doing excellent work, though his material was not as good as he could have wished.
Anstey was developing speed and strategy in the position of quarterback, and, in football matters, was a close confidant of Douglass.
"This Prescott muss has given us a bad setback this year," growled Douglass.
"It certainly has, suh," agreed the Virginian.

"We're certainly going to feel the loss of Prescott and Holmes when we come to face the Navy eleven with such men as Darrin and Dalzell." "Hang it, yes.

I'm shivering already," growled Douglass.

"Now, of course, we can't ask Prescott to join." "And he wouldn't come in, suh, while in Coventry, if we asked him." "But Holmes, who is almost as good a man, ought not to hold back where the Army's credit and honor are at stake.