Then the pigskin was carried back for the kick for goal, and the goal was made.

Lehigh was tied!  After the early discouragements of the game that seemed luck enough.

Lieutenant Carney was the personal embodiment of joy as he recalled the signal of Brayton and the sullen headshakes of Prescott and Holmes.

“That was a ratty and clever piece of acting, to throw the visitors off their guard!” chuckled the Army coach.

No time was lost in lining up again.  Only seven minutes of playing time were left.  It seemed too short in which to do anything in the faces of the Army players there glowed the light of determination.

Within three minutes the ball was well down in Lehigh territory.  The college men fought grimly now.  They were becoming rattled; the Army players seemed more confident and more full of spirit than at time in the day.

Now there came another play.  Again the Army’s left wing was used.  There was a short, desperate scrimmage.  The Army had gained four yards, yet lost—–­what?

For, out of that scrimmage came Dick and Greg, each limping enough to be noticed.

One of the Army “rainmakers” (doctors) even started out from the side lines, but Brayton waive the medical officer back.

“Is it a trick, this time, or real?” wondered Conch Carney, who did not care to be caught napping again.

“Five—–­nine—–­seven—–­two—–­eighteen!”

The last numeral called for a fake kick.  So well was the strategy carried out that Lehigh was even trapped into spreading out a trifle.

It was a left-end play again, however, and Dick and Greg, backed by all the rest, fought to put it through.

Lehigh’s halfback caught Prescott this time—–­caught him fair and full, and Prescott went down.

Yet this had been intended.  So well was it done that Greg, close in, was away with the ball by the time that Prescott touched the earth.

There was a yell of dismay from the visitors.  They started to bear down Holmes, but all of the Army team had been prepared for this move from the instant the last signal; had been called.  So it was the full force of the charging Army line that pushed Cadet Holmes through and over the goal line.

Over all the cheering that followed this manoeuvre came the call for time at the end of the game’s playing time.  Yet, under the rules, the kick for goal was tried.

The kick failed—–­but who cared?  The finishing score was: 

Army, 11; Lehigh, 6.

Gone were all the doubts concerning Prescott and Holmes.  Now they were the most sensational players in the Army team.  Justly Brayton received his full share of credit both for taking on Prescott and Holmes at the eleventh hour, and also for carrying out so cleverly his own captain’s part of the strategy that had won.  Lehigh’s team went off the field dejected.  The visitors had counted on victory as theirs.  There was a noticeable silence among the Lehigh “boosters” as they clambered down from their from their seats and strolled moodily away.