"Humph! I don't see that Prescott and Holmes are doing so much for us," muttered Haynes to the sub. at his right, as both watched from the side lines.
"Look at what they have to stop," returned the other cadet. "Don't be sore, Haynes; you couldn't do any better.
"Humph!" grumbled the turnback.
It soon developed, however, that Lehigh felt especially strong on its right end. Hence, much of the work seemed to devolve upon Dick and Greg. For twenty yarns down into Army territory that ball was forced. Then, after a gain of only two more yards, Lehigh was forced to surrender the ball. Army boosters stood up and cheered loudly.
"You've got a tough crowd to get by, Prescott," muttered Brayton.
"But look out for signals."
As Brayton bent over to snap-back, Quarterback Boyle's cool voice sounded:
"Fourteen—-eight—-nine—-three!"
In another instant Boyle had made a running pass with the ball to Greg, who passed it on to Dick Prescott.
Now all the Army boosters were up in their seats, eager to see how the much-lauded Prescott would serve with the pigskin.
Ball clasped, head down, Dick settled for a run, his whole gaze on the on-coming Lehigh right line.