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.
The whole Army line veered to the left.