nt be much longer in
the Army!

For just a moment, ere the teams left the field, the old Gridley
chums had a chance to rush over to each other.

"I was afraid of you, Dick," Dave confessed. "Not more than I was
of you, Dave, laughed Prescott."

"Did you find the Army such easy stuff to use as a doormat, Dan?"
queried Greg dryly.

"Oh, it--it--it was the fault of the new rules," retorted Midshipman
Dalzell, making a wry face. "You know, Greg, you never could play
much football. But the new rules favor the muff style of playing."

Only a few more words could the quartette exchange. There was
time, however, for a few minutes of talk before the West Pointers
were obliged to leave for their train.

Greg, sighed Dick, if we only had Dave and Dan playing on the same
team with us, such a game would be great!

"Oh, well," murmured Greg, "whether Annapolis or West Point lugged
off the actual score, the service won, anyway. For the Army and
Navy are inseparable units of the service."

It was a very orderly and dignified lot of cadets who filed aboard
the cadet section of the train to leave for home. Once the train
was well on its way out of Philadelphia, however, the pent-up
enthusiasm of the happy sons of the Army broke loose, nor did
the tactical officers with them make any effort to restrain the
merry enthusiasm.

Some of the cadets went from car to car, in search of more excitement.

Dick Prescott soon became so tired of hero-worship that he slipped
along through the rear car a few feet at a time until, at last,
unobserved, he managed to make his way out on to the rear platform.

Unobserved, that is, by all save one. Turnback Haynes, who had
been watching Dick with a sort of wild fascination, noted Dick's
latest move.

The train, which had been traveling at high speed, now slowed down
to some twenty-five miles an hour in order to pass over a river.

While the attention of all the rest was turned toward the front
end of the car, Haynes, with lowered eyes and half-slinking manner,
made his way toward the rear of the car.

Peering through the glass in the door, the turnback could make
out Cadet Prescott standing outside. Dick's back was toward the
door.

A diabolical light flashed in Haynes's eyes for a moment. He
shook from head to foot, but, by a strong effort of will, he stayed
his quivering.

One stealthy look over his shoulder Haynes took, then suddenly opened
the door, stepping outside.

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