Ere the Navy was obliged to give up the ball once more it had crossed the line, and was twelve yards down in Army territory.
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.