Navy had been drawn away from Holmes,
Prescott was off on a slanting line around the Navy's right end.

Even Dave Darrin was properly fooled this time. Dick had only to
shake off a halfback and the fullback and he was over the goal line,
holding down the ball.

Never before had Franklin Field heard a greater din than now arose.
The Army Band was now playing furiously, yet the musicians barely
heard themselves. The black, gold and gray pennants of the Army
were waving frantically over half the field. The noise of cheering
must have been heard a mile away.

From the cadets themselves came some Army yell for which the
cheer-master had signaled, but no one heard what it was.

The noise continued until the line-up had been effected for the
kick for goal.

Brayton, flushed with delight, chose to make the kick himself.
The pigskin soared, describing a beautiful curve. Between the
goal posts it went, dropping back of the line.

Gloom had fallen over the middies, who realized that but three
minutes time was left.

Swiftly as could be, the line-up was made for the kick-off. It
was the Army's turn to start the ball, the Navy's to come back
with it, if possible, into Army territory.

The Navy soon succeeded in getting the pigskin a trifle over the
middle line. But the time was too short in which to do anything
decisive. The Army was strictly on the defensive, taking no chances.
Time was called.

The Army had won, eight to five!

When it was all over the middies cheered the victors as lustily as
anyone, though sore hearts beat under the blue uniforms of Annapolis.

West Points cadets, on the other hand, were wild with joy.

Again and again they sent up the rousing corps yell for Prescott
and Holmes, with Brayton's name added.

Turnback Haynes, finding no one to listen to him now, in anything
he might have to say against Prescott, turned to stare at the
heaving lines of gray.

To himself, Haynes muttered curiously:

"Humph!"

That one word did not, however, do justice to Haynes's frame of mind.
He was wild with jealousy and hatred, but dared not show it.

That fellow Prescott will have his head fearfully swelled and
be more unbearable than ever! growled Haynes to himself. Confound
him, he has no business at all in the Army! Why should he be?

Then, after a pause, a cunning look crept slowly into the eyes
of the turnback, as he throbbed under his breath:

If I can have anything to do with it, he wo