Hence, much of the work seemed to devolve upon Dick and Greg.

For twenty yarns down into Army territory that ball was forced.

Then, after a gain of only two more yards, Lehigh was forced to surrender the ball.

Army boosters stood up and cheered loudly.
"You've got a tough crowd to get by, Prescott," muttered Brayton.
"But look out for signals." As Brayton bent over to snap-back, Quarterback Boyle's cool voice sounded: "Fourteen---eight---nine---three!" In another instant Boyle had made a running pass with the ball to Greg, who passed it on to Dick Prescott.
Now all the Army boosters were up in their seats, eager to see how the much-lauded Prescott would serve with the pigskin.
Ball clasped, head down, Dick settled for a run, his whole gaze on the on-coming Lehigh right line.
They met in a clash.

Dick had planned how to slip out of the impact, but the stronger Lehigh right end had both arms around Prescott, and down went the Army left end.
"Humph!" grunted Haynes, though his tone did not sound displeased "I hope that isn't a sample of Prescott's skill," muttered one Army captain to another.
"No matter how good a man he is, Prescott should have been in the squad from the outset of the training," replied the other.
Boyle was calling the signal.