The third time, wearied by pounding his head against a human stone wall, Dave failed to gain more than half a yard.

Watchful Hepson sent the ball, after the next snap-back, over to the Navy's right.
The time of the second half was slipping away, and it now looked as though the middies might gradually have won by the steady, bull-dog quality of their tactics.
Nearer and nearer to the college goal line the team of smaller men fought the pigskin, until at last they had it within six yards of the Hanniston fortress.

But at this point the visitors stayed further progress long enough to have the pigskin ovoid come to them by a block.
The situation was desperate.

Hanniston could not get the ball away from its present locality, and in dread the college captain sent the ball back of his own line to a safety.
This counted two for Annapolis, but it also set the ball back twenty-five yards from the college line.
"Block! block! block--if you can't fight the ball back to the Navy goal," was the word that Captain Hart, of the college team, sent along his own line.

"Don't be too reckless.