line today. Training and all, Haynes isn't the man to match Prescott,
even without training."

Haynes heard, and his face was convulsed with rage as he turned
swiftly away.

"Queer how folks take so much stock in that fellow Prescott!"
muttered the turnback. "Why can't a man like Lieutenant Carney
see that Prescott is nothing but a dub, while Holmes is only a
dub's helper?"

All through the Army seats it was beginning to be felt that the
late placing of Prescott and Holmes in the Army had probably been
an error.

There were even many who rated Haynes higher than he deserved to be
rated, and who believed that the turnback might have done much to
save the day.

As it was, the Army had about given up hope. Lehigh was stronger
than usual; that was all, except that the Army team appeared to
be weaker than in the year before.

The band still played at appropriate moments; the corps of cadets
answered every signal for a yell, but Army spirits were drooping fast.

"Greg," muttered Dick, with a rueful face, "you can wager that
we're being roasted by everyone out of earshot!"

CHAPTER XIII

WHEN THE CHEERS BROKE LOOSE

Fifteen minutes left to play.

By this time even the most hopeful spectators had settled down
to the conviction that the Army was to lose the game. The most
sanguine hoped that the score would not exceed 6 to nothing.

"We're done for on this trip!" muttered Lewis, the Army's right
guard.

"No, we're not," retorted Dick, his eyes flashing. "We can't
lose; that's all there is to it!"

"Who told you that," demanded Lewis.

"That used to be our motto, our fighting principle on the old
Gridley High School team in the days when it never lost a game,"
replied Prescott.

"Hm!" returned Lewis. "I wish we had some more of your old Gridley
players on the team today, then."

Then they scurried to their places, leaving Dick in wonder as to
whether Lewis' last remark had been intended for sarcasm.

"Greg." whispered Dick, his pulses throbbing, "you see those fellows
on the Lehigh right flank?"

They're the fellows we've got to down. We've got to down them,
if we get killed!"

"That's the word!" gritted the Army left tackle. "Dick, I'd about
as soon be killed as let the Army be walked over!"

This had all been whispered rapidly.

The Army had just got the ball again, and was only ten yards over
into Lehigh territory.

Now Boyle's signal was sounding:

"Twelve---seven---six---t