Most of the spectators who carried the Navy's blue and gold pennants so far forgot their partisanship as to cheer and wave for the Army's young men.
Hardly was the corps of cadets seated when another loud strain of joyous music was heard.

The brigade of midshipmen, from Annapolis, behind the Naval Academy Band, was now entering the field.

All the cheering and all the other frantic signs of approval were repeated, the corps of cadets from West Point lending heavy additional volume to the rousing send-off.
In the meantime rival football squads had been hustled off to dressing quarters.
As the Army squad made quick time to the dressing rooms, Dick and Greg had their eyes on the alert for even the briefest glimpse of any of the Navy eleven.

It was two years and a half since Dick and Greg had had even a glimpse of Dave or Dan.

How the two West Pointers yearned for even an instant's look at the chums of old days! But no such exchange of glimpses was possible at this time.