For a second or two, the college men were badly rattled.

Greg, with the agility of a squirrel, ducked low and got through, racing with all his might after Prescott.
Twenty-four yards were covered ere Prescott went down.

When he did so, Greg was standing back, saving himself that he might help Dick the next time.
Once more the ball was snapped back.

This time some brilliant faking was done.

The whole of the first movement looked as though the ball were to be pushed somewhere through the Army's right flank, and Lehigh wheeled accordingly.