Make all the play brisk and snappy.
Work for speed and strategy, not impact."
With that, Lieutenant Carney ran over to the edge of the gridiron,
leaving another officer, of the coaching force, to officiate as
referee.
The ball was placed in play. At the kick-off the ball came to
Greg, who passed it to Dick. The interference formed, backed
by Brayton.
"Put it around their right end!" growled Brayton, the word passing
swiftly to Prescott.
Haynes was darting 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.
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