Nor did the Army succeed in getting the ball back over the center
line. Once more the Navy took the ball and began to work wonders
with it. Within fifteen yards of the Army goal line the middies
carried the ball, by easy stages.
Dan Dalzell, for an instant, caught Greg's glance and sent him
a look of comical warning.
Holmes stiffened, though he returned the look in all personal
friendliness.
"Don't let Dave do it---whatever he'll be up to next," begged
Greg, in an appealing whisper. "Dick, I'll stay beside you---to
the death!"
It was another right-end pass for the Navy, backed by a solid
charge.
Worse, in the impact that followed Dave succeeded, somehow, in
outwitting even Prescott's stern vigilance.
Dick Prescott gave vent to a gasp. He felt his heart thumping
as he wheeled, dashing after Dave.
But Darrin was in his element now, neither to be stopped, nor
overtaken. Dodging with marvellous agility and craft three Army
men who sought to bar his way, Dave went pantingly over the Army
goal line---scoring a touchdown!
What a fearful tumult ascended from the seats of the Navy's sympathizers
over on the stands!
The Navy had proved itself, by scoring the only touchdown.
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