"Dick, I'd about as soon be killed as let the Army be walked over!" This had all been whispered rapidly.
The Army had just got the ball again, and was only ten yards over into Lehigh territory.
Now Boyle's signal was sounding: "Twelve---seven---six---three!" Dick straightened.

Greg squirmed.

Both knew that their chance had come again.
Making an oblique dash, Boyle himself passed the pigskin to Dick Prescott.

Then all of the Army line that could do so stiffened in and surged behind Prescott and Holmes.
Lehigh's bigger right end was making like a cyclone for Dick.

The Lehigh man was backed finely.
Just as they were on the point of dashing together, Greg, as by previous arrangement, gave Dick a prodigious shove, at the same instant himself leaping forward.
So quickly was the thing done that Lehigh's right end, ere he realized it, had grappled with Greg---and Dick was around the end, racing! With a muttered growl of rage Lehigh's man let Holmes go.