"There they go again!"
A second or two later the wild cheering began again.
For the Army was charging with the ball, well down in Navy territory,
and Prescott, with the pigskin safely tucked, was using his most
wily tactics to get by Dave Darrin.
And Dick succeeded, too, though only for eight yards, when Dave
had the satisfaction of helping to pull his old-time chum down
to the ground in the interests of the Navy.
For a little while the ball had been over on Army ground. Now,
however, it was going steadily toward the Navy's goal line, and
the interest of the spectators was intense.
The time of the game was more than half gone. Once the Navy had
been forced to carry the pig skin behind its own line, gaining
thus a fresh lease of life in the game. But, of course, the safety
scored two against the Navy. For a while afterward it had looked
as though that, would be the score for the game---two to nothing.
"If Brayton uses Prescott just right, and doesn't call on them
too often, they'll get the ball over the Navy's goal line yet,"
confided Lieutenant Carney to a brother officer who stood at his
side.
"The Navy line-up is a great one this year," replied his comrade.
"For myself I'd be satisfied to see the score end as it stands---two
to nothing.
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