sked Dave Darrin guessing.
"Please be quick--let me see the photos."

Belle glided from the room, to return with a large card.

"They were taken altogether," she explained, handing the card over to
Darrin. "There they are--all in one group."

Dave seized the card, studying eagerly the print mounted thereon.

"Whew! What a change two years make in a High School boy, doesn't it?"
demanded Darrin.

"Of course," answered Belle Meade. "Do you imagine that you and Dan
Dalzell haven't changed any, either?"

Readers of our "HIGH SCHOOL SERIES" will well remember Dick Prescott,
Greg Holmes, Tom Reade, Harry Hazelton, Dave Darrin and Dan Dalzell, a
famous sextette of young High School athletes, who, in their High School
days, were known as Dick & Co.

Readers of the four volumes of that series will recall that Dick Prescott
received the congressman's nomination to West Point, and that Greg Holmes
was appointed a cadet at the same big government Army school by one of
the state's senators. Dave Darrin and Dan Dalzell, a little later,
secured nominations to Annapolis from the same gentlemen; and Tom Reade
and Harry Hazelton, who had thrown their lot with civil engineering, had
gone West to engage with an engineering firm of railroad builders.

From that passing of the old High School days the experiences and
adventures of Dick Prescott and Greg Holmes are told in the volumes of
"THE WEST POINT SERIES."

Those of Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton are set forth fully in "THE YOUNG
ENGINEERS' SERIES."

As for Dave Darrin and Dan, their life, since leaving the High School,
and casting their lot with the Navy, has been fully told in the two
preceding volumes of the present series, "DAVE DARRIN'S FIRST YEAR AT
AKNAPOLIS" and "DAVE DARRIN'S SECOND YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS."

"Well, I'll meet Dick and Greg this coming Thanksgiving, at any rate,"
predicted Midshipman Darrin. "You know what happens the Saturday after
Thanksgiving on Franklin Field, don't you, Belle?"

"You young men of Annapolis and West Point play football, don't you!"
asked Belle.

"Do we?" demanded Dave, his eyes aglow with enthusiasm. "Don't we,
though. And, mark me, Belle, the Navy is going to carry away the Army's
scalp this year."

"Are you going to join the team?" asked Belle.

"I can't say, until I get back. But I've been training. I hope to be
called to the team. So does Dan."

"I hope you and Dan both make the eleven," cried Belle, "so that you can
get awa