"But for Darry and his splendid interference the Army would get our scalp yet.

Darry looks to be all right, and I believe he is.
He'll hold out for the fourth." Eight to two, and the game three quarters finished.

The Army cheermaster did his duty, but did it half dejectedly, the cadets following with rolling volumes of noise intended to mask sinking hearts.

When it came the Navy's turn to yell, the midshipmen risked the safety of their windpipes.

The Naval Academy Band was playing with unwonted joy.
"Fellows, nothing on earth will save us but a touchdown and a kick," called Douglass desperately, when he got his West Point men aside.