He's one of the most modest fellows in the corps.

He had to be fairly dragged on to the eleven.

He believed it would be better off without him." "So it would, sure!" rasped the turnback.
"Now, see here, Haynes, don't get so sore as to warp your own judgment," expostulated Carter.
"Well, you just wait and see how much we do to the Navy! Have you heard about the Navy's new, lightning right end ?" "Darrin, you mean ?" "Yes," nodded Haynes.

"A friend of mine, who saw Darrin play the other day, writes me that Darrin is an armor-clad terror on the grid iron.

If he is, he'll pulverize Prescott, unless Brayton shifts Prescott to some other position." "Pooh! I'm not afraid," laughed Carter, turning to walk away.
"Darrin, no doubt, is good, but he can't do anything to Prescott." Neither of the speakers was aware that Dave Darrin, midshipman, United States Navy, was one of the oldest and dearest friends that Dick Prescott had.
Few at West Point knew that Darrin and Prescott had ever met.
"Am I going over to Philadelphia to see the game ?" muttered Haynes to himself, as he strode away from the game.