yards won!

As center bent for the snap back, a "fake" signal was called by the Navy
quarter-back.

Just as the ball started, the Navy players back of the line started
toward the right The Hanniston men, tired now, but full of grit as ever,
moved to block. The Navy gained a second or two, for the pass was really
to the left, and again Darrin had the pigskin clutched tightly as he
started to ran and deceive. Again Dan and the others of the interference
sustained their idol and champion. Dave went soon to earth, but he had
forced the ball another six yards!

"Darry--oh, Darry!"

"One more play and over the line!"

"You've got the elephants going at last."

"Rush 'em!"

"A touchdown saves us!"

Dan's face was flushed, Dave's white and set as the line again formed for
the next play.

Quarter-back Joyce held up his head, watching the field like a mouse
seeking escape.

Then came the emergency signal: "Nine--fourteen--twenty-two--three!"

Back came the pigskin while the middies seemed to throw their
bodies toward the right. It looked as though they were trying to
mask this feint.

The ball was in motion. But Dave had it, instead of Farley. Instantly the
Navy swung its entire line toward the left, for this was the grand rush,
the die on which everything was cast!

Dave was darting forward, and never had his interference backed
him better.

Before Midshipman Darrin stood one of the big college men, who looked
fully equal to stopping the midshipman anywhere and at any time.

Nor did Darrin try to dodge this bulky player. Instead, Dave, as he
hurled himself at the opponent, sprang high into the air, as though he
had some desperate plan of leaping over the barrier.

Braced on his legs, his two feet solidly planted, this Hanniston man felt
ready for any shock that Dave Darrin could bring against him.

But Darrin did not touch him. On the contrary, the Navy's hope fell to
the ground, just short of the blocking opponent.

Like a flash Dave went between that pair of solidly braced, wide-spread
legs. In a wriggle that looked flash-like to the breathless beholders,
Darrin was through. He had taken desperate chances, when he went down, of
being beset, end forced to hold the pigskin where he had fallen.

But now Dave was up and running, and the player who had sought to block
him was far in the rear.

The whole Navy force hurled itself around this point, battering down the
startled opposition. With fast-coming b