I wouldn't have resented it." "No; but I'd have felt a fine contempt for myself," retorted Cadet Holmes scornfully.

"Besides, Dick, though I have done some fairly good things in football, I don't believe I'd be worth a kick without you.

It was playing with you that made me shine, always." Late that evening the cadet corps returned, in the gloomiest frame of mind.
"I can just see the blaze of bonfires at Annapolis," groaned Douglass.
"Say, the middies just fairly tore our scalps off.

I always had an ambition to captain the Army eleven, but I never thought I'd be dragged down so deep under the mire!" The details of that sad game for the Army need not be gone into here.

All the particulars of that spiritedly fought disaster will be found in the fourth volume of the Annapolis Series, entitled "_Dave Darrin's Fourth Year At Annapolis_." A lot of the cadets who felt sorry for "Doug" came to his room.
"I haven't altogether gotten it through my weak mind yet," confessed the disheartened Army football captain.