West Point kicked and the ball was in play.
Navy's quarterback, after a short run, placed himself to seize the arching pigskin out of the air.

Then he ran forward, protected by the Navy interference.
By a quick pass the ball came into Dave Darrin's hands.

Dalzell braced himself as he hit the strong Army line.
It was like butting a stone wall, but Darrin got through, with the aid of effective interference.
Army men bunched and tackled, but Dave struggled on.

He did not seem to be exerting much strength, but his elusiveness was wonderful, Then, after a few yards had been gained, Dave was borne to the earth, the bottom of a struggling mass until, the referee's whistle ended the scrimmage.
Annapolis players could not help shooting keen glances of satisfaction at each other.

The test had been a brief one, but now they saw that Darrin was in form, and that he could be depended upon to-day, unless severe accident came to cripple him.
Again the ball was put in play, this time going over to Farley and Page on the right end.
Only a yard did Farley succeed in advancing the ball, but that was at least a gain.
Then again came the pigskin to the left flank, and Dave fought it through the enemy's battle line for a distance of eight feet ere he was forced to earth with it.
By this time the West Point captain was beginning to wonder what ailed his men.