The Navy moved to mass in support of Darrin and Dalzell.
Yet, just as the Navy men thought they could stop Greg, it turned out that Prescott carried the pigskin.
Nor did Cadet Prescott lose any time at all in trying to buck the line.
Ere the attention of the Navy had been drawn away from Holmes, Prescott was off on a slanting line around the Navy's right end.
Even Dave Darrin was properly fooled this time.

Dick had only to shake off a halfback and the fullback and he was over the goal line, holding down the ball.
Never before had Franklin Field heard a greater din than now arose.
The Army Band was now playing furiously, yet the musicians barely heard themselves.

The black, gold and gray pennants of the Army were waving frantically over half the field.

The noise of cheering must have been heard a mile away.
From the cadets themselves came some Army yell for which the cheer-master had signaled, but no one heard what it was.
The noise continued until the line-up had been effected for the kick for goal.
Brayton, flushed with delight, chose to make the kick himself.
The pigskin soared, describing a beautiful curve.

Between the goal posts it went, dropping back of the line.
Gloom had fallen over the middies, who realized that but three minutes time was left.
Swiftly as could be, the line-up was made for the kick-off.