"Why did you young men conspire to beat the Navy at football ?" "For the honor and glory of the Army," replied Dick, smiling.
"To put humiliation over your old chums, Dave and Dan," flashed Belle.

"Laura and I were down at Annapolis, at a hop last month, as you may have heard.

Poor Dave hasn't yet recovered from the blow of seeing the Navy lose that game to the Army!" "But I'll wager he didn't blame us," retorted Prescott, his eyes twinkling.
"He said that, if it hadn't been for you and Greg, the Navy would have won the game," retorted Belle.
"I hope that's true," declared Dick boldly.
"Oh, you do, Mister Prescott?
And why ?" asked Belle.
"Because I belong to the Army, and I want always to see the Army win." "If West Point defeats Annapolis next Thanksgiving, and if its because of you and Greg, then I'll never speak to either of you again," asserted Belle.
"Come along, Dick," laughed Laura.

"Belle's positively dangerous when she talks about the Navy!" "The Navy is the only real branch of the service," declared Belle, with a toss of her head.

"Everybody says so.