There was a scrimmage.
Out of it, somehow---none looking on could tell just how it was done---Prescott emerged from the mix-up, darting swiftly to the left and around.

He had made twenty-five yards with the ball Before he was nailed and downed.
Lieutenant Carney looked, as he felt, delighted.

The spectators, all of them crazy for the Army's success, broke into yells of joy.

Dick had done the spectacular part of the trick, but he could not have succeeded without the swift, intelligent help that Holmes had given.

Playing together, they had sprung one of the clever ruses that both had perfected back in the old Gridley days.
Haynes was furious.