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.
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