It had been so the year before when, as readers of "_Dave Darrin's Third Year At Annapolis_" will recall, the Navy had succeeded in carrying the game away with neatness and despatch.
"You young men have simply got to hustle and keep cool.

That's all you can do," urged Lieutenant Lawrence.

"We haven't had so good a nine in years.

Whatever you do, don't lie down at the last moment, and give up to the Navy the only game of the year that is really worth winning." Then came two hard afternoons of practice.

Every onlooker watched Dick and Greg closely, anxious to make sure that neither young man was going stale.
With each added hour it must be confessed that anxiety at West Point rose another notch.
Then came the day of the game.