No time was lost in lining up again. Only seven minutes of playing time were left. It seemed too short in which to do anything in the faces of the Army players there glowed the light of determination.
Within three minutes the ball was well down in Lehigh territory. The college men fought grimly now. They were becoming rattled; the Army players seemed more confident and more full of spirit than at time in the day.
Now there came another play. Again the Army's left wing was used. There was a short, desperate scrimmage. The Army had gained four yards, yet lost—-what?
For, out of that scrimmage came Dick and Greg, each limping enough to be noticed.
One of the Army "rainmakers" (doctors) even started out from the side lines, but Brayton waive the medical officer back.
"Is it a trick, this time, or real?" wondered Conch Carney, who did not care to be caught napping again.
"Five—-nine—-seven—-two—-eighteen!"
The last numeral called for a fake kick. So well was the strategy carried out that Lehigh was even trapped into spreading out a trifle.
It was a left-end play again, however, and Dick and Greg, backed by all the rest, fought to put it through.
Lehigh's halfback caught Prescott this time—-caught him fair and full, and Prescott went down.