Just in the nick of time Prescott, still holding the ball, ducked and dodged far to the left, getting around his man.
Tottenville's fullback was now the sole hope of the home team.
Prescott, however, dodged that heavy fellow, also.
From the Gridley boosters on the grand stand went up a medley of yells that dinned in the young left end's ears.

Panting, all but fainting, Dick was over the enemy's goal line and he had the ball down.
When Dave had emerged from that fruitless clumping he had a broad grin on his face.

He saw that while Dick was not yet over the goal line, only the fullback was in the way and the fullback was no match for Dick in the matter of speed.
Then the yells told the rest.

Back came the ball.

Captain Wadleigh nodded to Dave to kick the goal.
Captain Grant looked utterly wild.