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.