hree!"

Dick straightened. Greg squirmed. Both knew that their chance
had come again.

Making an oblique dash, Boyle himself passed the pigskin to Dick
Prescott. Then all of the Army line that could do so stiffened in
and surged behind Prescott and Holmes.

Lehigh's bigger right end was making like a cyclone for Dick. The
Lehigh man was backed finely.

Just as they were on the point of dashing together, Greg, as by
previous arrangement, gave Dick a prodigious shove, at the same
instant himself leaping forward.

So quickly was the thing done that Lehigh's right end, ere he
realized it, had grappled with Greg---and Dick was around the
end, racing!

With a muttered growl of rage Lehigh's man let Holmes go. For
a second or two, the college men were badly rattled. Greg, with
the agility of a squirrel, ducked low and got through, racing
with all his might after Prescott.

Twenty-four yards were covered ere Prescott went down. When he
did so, Greg was standing back, saving himself that he might help
Dick the next time.

Once more the ball was snapped back. This time some brilliant
faking was done. The whole of the first movement looked as though
the ball were to be pushed somewhere through the Army's right
flank, and Lehigh wheeled accordingly. But it was a left-end pass,
after all. Dick and Greg got through by a very slight variation
on their last ruse eighteen yards more gained!

In an instant, now, those in the Army seats were wild with enthusiasm.
The band crashed out joyously, a dozen measures, while the cadets
sang one of their songs of jubilant brag. Then all was suddenly
still for the next bit of play.

While the men of both teams were hurrying to the line-up, a signal
was noticed by hundreds that caused excited comment.

Brayton made some slight signal to Prescott Both Dick and Greg
shook their heads sullenly.

"Confound Brayton!" shivered Lieutenant Barney. "What does he mean
by that? He has signaled Prescott and Holmes asking them if they
can put one more by Lehigh, and they have refused. Ennis and all
the Lehighs have tumbled. Brayton-----"

"Seven---two---nine---eight!" voiced Quarterback Boyle.

Instantly Coach Carney's face cleared. It was an emergency signal,
not yet used in the game. As if unconsciously, all the men of
the Army eleven had turned toward right guard.

The ball was snapped back. Boyle took three steps of a plunge
toward right guard, then suddenly dodged, pa