Turnback Haynes’s eyes began to snap.

Dave Darrin was playing with fire in his eyes.

Prescott was fighting back, doggedly, sullenly it almost seemed, but Darrin was putting on his best streak of the day.  Ere the Navy was obliged to give up the ball once more it had crossed the line, and was twelve yards down in Army territory.

Nor did the Army succeed in getting the ball back over the center line.  Once more the Navy took the ball and began to work wonders with it.  Within fifteen yards of the Army goal line the middies carried the ball, by easy stages.

Dan Dalzell, for an instant, caught Greg’s glance and sent him a look of comical warning.

Holmes stiffened, though he returned the look in all personal friendliness.

“Don’t let Dave do it—–­whatever he’ll be up to next,” begged Greg, in an appealing whisper.  “Dick, I’ll stay beside you—–­to the death!”

It was another right-end pass for the Navy, backed by a solid charge.

Worse, in the impact that followed Dave succeeded, somehow, in outwitting even Prescott’s stern vigilance.

Dick Prescott gave vent to a gasp.  He felt his heart thumping as he wheeled, dashing after Dave.

But Darrin was in his element now, neither to be stopped, nor overtaken.  Dodging with marvellous agility and craft three Army men who sought to bar his way, Dave went pantingly over the Army goal line—–­scoring a touchdown!

What a fearful tumult ascended from the seats of the Navy’s sympathizers over on the stands!

The Navy had proved itself, by scoring the only touchdown.

Lieutenant Carney groaned inwardly.  Two to five now—–­and the Army coach saw no more hope of scoring for this day.

Flushed, happy, the midshipmen ran back to form their line for the try for goal.

That kick missed fire.  No matter!  Five to two for the Navy, anyhow!

At the signal the Army and Navy lined up to fight out what was left of time to play the game.

Naval Academy band and the whole navel crowd were having the jubilation all their own way.

The midshipmen, having proved slight superiority over the Army, could doubtless prevent more scoring in this game.

In fact, the Navy captain had just passed this wood to the members of his team: 

“Score, of course, if we can.  But, above all, keep the Army from scoring!”

It was the Navy’s turn to make the kick-off.  This gave the Army at least the chance of starting the running with the ball.

Prescott and Holmes had shown as yet no signs of cave in.

Every player on the Navy team looked to see this swift, tricky army pair make the first effort of the new series.

He carried it ten yards, too, ere he was obliged to go to the ground with the pigskin under him.  The next play was made at the center of the Army line.