g in, blood in his eye, backed the whole right
flank of scrub.

Greg and the rest of the available interference got swiftly and
squarely in the way of Haynes and the others. There was a scrimmage.
Out of it, somehow---none looking on could tell just how it was
done---Prescott emerged from the mix-up, darting swiftly to the
left and around. He had made twenty-five yards with the ball
Before he was nailed and downed.

Lieutenant Carney looked, as he felt, delighted. The spectators,
all of them crazy for the Army's success, broke into yells of
joy. Dick had done the spectacular part of the trick, but he
could not have succeeded without the swift, intelligent help that
Holmes had given. Playing together, they had sprung one of the
clever ruses that both had perfected back in the old Gridley days.

Haynes was furious. He was panting. There was an angry flash
in his eyes as both teams lined up for the snap-back.

"That fellow has come out into the field just to spite me," snarled
Haynes to himself.

At the signal, the ball was snapped back, and passed swiftly to
Dick. Haynes fairly leaped into the scrimmage, as though it were
deadly hand-to-hand conflict. But Dick and Greg, with the backing
of their comrades on the Army eleven, bore Haynes down to earth
in the mad stampede that passed over him. Fifteen yards more
were gained, and scrub's half-backs were feeling sore in body.

"That man Prescott is a wonder," muttered Lieutenant Carney to
a brother officer of the Army. "Or else Holmes is. It's hard
to say which of the pair is doing the trick. I think both of
them are."

"How on earth, Carney, did you come to overlook that pair until
now?"

"I didn't overlook them," retorted the Army coach. "I had them
spotted when the training first began. But both dropped out on
the claim that they feared for their standing in academy work."

"A pair like that," muttered Captain Courteney, "ought to be excused
for any kind of recitations during the football season. Jove! Look
at that---Prescott has made a touchdown"

"Prescott carried the ball," amended Lieutenant Barney, "but Holmes
certainly had as much to do with the touchdown as Prescott did."

"They're wonders!" cried Captain Courteney joyously. "And to
think that you didn't have that pair out last year."

"Both refused even to think of going into training last year,"
retorted the Army coach. "Both were keen on the bone. But, bone
or no bone, we've got