Dan Dalzell devoted every ounce of his strength and every turn of his energy to boosting Darrin through--and Dave himself was not idle.

There was an instant of sullen, hard resistance.

Then, somehow, Dave was shot through the opposing line.

Like a deer he sped, Dan hanging to his flanks.

It was up to the Rustlers' halfback now, and that bulky young midshipman leaped to the fray, cleverly barring the way.
At least, the Rustlers' halfback thought he had Darrin blocked.