ed that remark was turnback Haynes. He had come
on to the field with a scowling face, and the scowl was likely
to deepen steadily.

Anstey, from his seat, had been "all eyes" for the pair whom he
now knew to be the heard-about Darrin and Dalzell.

All Anstey's further speculation was cut short.

The Army and Navy elevens were lining up to start play.

CHAPTER XV

HEROES AND A SNEAK

Turnback Haynes watched the game closely, darkly.

He wanted to note and to remember every play near the Army's left
end today. Should the Navy win the day's battle, then Cadets
Haynes felt sure he could make a large number of men in the second
class at the Military Academy believe that Prescott had allowed
his ancient friendship to stand in the way of an Army victory.

"Great Caesar, I might even succeed in getting to be president
of the class yet!" muttered the turnback. "There they go again!"

A second or two later the wild cheering began again.

For the Army was charging with the ball, well down in Navy territory,
and Prescott, with the pigskin safely tucked, was using his most
wily tactics to get by Dave Darrin.

And Dick succeeded, too, though only for eight yards, when Dave
had the satisfaction of helping to pull his old-time chum down
to the ground in the interests of the Navy.

For a little while the ball had been over on Army ground. Now,
however, it was going steadily toward the Navy's goal line, and
the interest of the spectators was intense.

The time of the game was more than half gone. Once the Navy had
been forced to carry the pig skin behind its own line, gaining
thus a fresh lease of life in the game. But, of course, the safety
scored two against the Navy. For a while afterward it had looked
as though that, would be the score for the game---two to nothing.

"If Brayton uses Prescott just right, and doesn't call on them
too often, they'll get the ball over the Navy's goal line yet,"
confided Lieutenant Carney to a brother officer who stood at his
side.

"The Navy line-up is a great one this year," replied his comrade.
"For myself I'd be satisfied to see the score end as it stands---two
to nothing."

"Without a touchdown on either side!" questioned Lieutenant Carney,
with a trace of scorn in his voice. "That wouldn't be real sport,
old fellow!"

"I know; but it would be at least a safe finish for the Army,"
responded the other.

Just then Quarterback Boyle's voice was heard giving the