Truly the boosters were howling themselves hoarse.
There was frenzy on in an instant.
To the knowing among the watchers there was no chance for Gridley to rush down on the enemy's goal line, but every yard—-every foot, now—-carried the pigskin just so much further from Gridley's goal line.
Gridley's interference rushed in solidly about Dave Darrin, as though to boost him through.
Dick seemed bent on beating down some of the formation surging against the visitors.
Just as the bunch "clumped" Dave Darrin went down. There was a surge over him, and then Dick Prescott was seen racing as though for life.
There was no opposition left—-only Tottenville's quarter-back and the fullback.
Tottenville's quarter got after fleeting Dick too late, for the whole movement had been one of startling trickery.
One Tottenville halfback was too far away to make an obstructing dash in time.
In dodging the other halfback Dick dashed on as though not seeing the fellow. This, however, was all trick. Just in the nick of time Prescott, still holding the ball, ducked and dodged far to the left, getting around his man.