Wadleigh, himself, from half-facing to right, took a long step toward right wing; then wheeled like a flash, and went plowing, onward, to the left.
Quarter, after the start, and ere Filmore could break through, had passed the ball to half, who, on a wild sprint, had passed it to Dick Prescott.
And now Dick was racing out around Filmore's right end, backed by a crushing interference of which Wadleigh was the center.

Darrin, with head high, was watching for every chance at legitimate interference.

Behind them all, quarter and left half pounded and pushed.
An instant and Dick was free and around Filmore's end.

Now, he dashed into the race of his life! Wadleigh sent a man sprawling.

Dave's elbow did something to Filmore's right tackle.