We're happy all the day--ha, ha!" wailed Dan Dalzell.

He wasn't so very blue himself, but he was trying to keep in sympathy with the general tone of feeling.
"Well, Hep, you made as good a showing, after all, as could be expected with a dub team," spoke Joyce consolingly, when they met in a corridor.
"It wasn't a dub team," retorted Hepson dismally.

"The eleven was all right.

The only trouble lay in having a dub for a captain." It was a relief to hundreds that night when taps sounded at last, and the master switch turned off the lights in midshipmen quarters.

At least the young men were healthy and did not waste hours in wooing sleep and forgetfulness.
Then Sunday morning came, and the football season was over until the next year.
"From now on it's going to be like starting life all over again, after a fire," was the way Dan put it that Sunday morning, in an effort to make some of his comrades feel that all was not lost.
Had Dan been able to foresee events which he and Dave must soon encounter, even that grinning midshipman wouldn't have been happy..