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.

What was the matter? wondered many of the Army watchers. Was
Brayton becoming dissatisfied with his left wing?

"Humph!" rejoined Haynes sourly.

But the third time that the ball was put in play it went swiftly
to Prescott. Instead of trying to make his way around the end,
Dick suddenly sped some what to the right. Darrin had gone in
the opposite direction, yet, thoroughly familiar with his old
chum's tricky ways of play, Dave had his eyes wide open. So he
wheeled, rushing at Prescott. But he bumped, instead, with Greg,
a fraction of a second before Dalzell could reach the spot and
take a hand.

Then the whole Army line charged down on the endangered spot.
Dick was through, and the Navy men were having all they do.
In a twinkling Prescott had sped, on, now was he caught and downed
until he had the ball within twelve yards of the Navy's goal line.

Right off the Army cheer-master was on the job. The corps yell
was raised with Prescott's name and Holmes's.

Brayton looked flushed and happy. He hoped yet to show these
over-confident middies something.

Again the line-up was made for the snapback. The midshipmen players
were now justifiably nervous, though they gave no sign of the fact.

Again the signal was given. Holmes received the ball and started.
The whole Army line veered to the left. The Navy moved to mass
in support of Darrin and Dalzell.

Yet, just as the Navy men thought they could stop Greg, it turned
out that Prescott carried the pigskin.

Nor did Cadet Prescott lose any time at all in trying to buck the line.

Ere the attention of the