motion every Army man was sure that Wolgast was going
to try to put through a center charge. It was but a ruse, however.
Darrin had the pigskin, and Dalzell was boosting him through.
The entire Navy line charged with the purpose of one man. There
came the impact, and then the Army line went down. Darrin was
charging, Dalzell and Jetson running over all who got in the way.
The halfback on that side of the field was dodged. Dalzell and
Jetson bore down on the victim at the same instant, and Dave,
running to the side like a flash, had the ball over the line.

Wolgast himself made the kick to follow, and the score was now
eight to nothing.

The applause that followed was enough to turn wiser heads. When
play was resumed the Army was fighting mad. It was now victory
or death for the soldier boys. The West Point men were guilty
of no fouls. They played squarely and like gentlemen, but they
cared nothing for snapping muscles and sinews. Before the mad
work the Navy was borne back. Just before the close of the third
period, the Navy was forced to make a safety on its own account.

"But Wolgast was satisfied, and the Navy coaches more than pleased.

"There's a fourth period coming," Wolgast told himself. "But
for Darry and his splendid interference the Army would get our
scalp yet. Darry looks to be all right, and I believe he is.
He'll hold out for the fourth."

Eight to two, and the game three quarters finished. The Army
cheermaster did his duty, but did it half dejectedly, the cadets
following with rolling volumes of noise intended to mask sinking
hearts. When it came the Navy's turn to yell, the midshipmen
risked the safety of their windpipes. The Naval Academy Band
was playing with unwonted joy.

"Fellows, nothing on earth will save us but a touchdown and a
kick," called Douglass desperately, when he got his West Point
men aside. "That will tie the score. It's our best chance to-day."

"Unless, suh," gravely observed Anstey, "We can follow that by
driving the midshipmen into a safety."

"And we could do even that, if we had Prescott and Holmesy here,"
thought Douglass, with sinking heart to himself. He was careful
not to repeat that sentiment audibly.

"Holmesy ought to be here to-day, and working," growled one of
the Army subs. "He's a sneak, just to desert on Mr. Prescott's
account."

"None of that!" called Doug sharply.

The Army head coach came along, talking quietly but forcefully
to