All happened so swiftly that the spectators were not certain how the thing had been done.
But Dick Prescott, with Cadet Greg Holmes almost at his side, was charging across the lower field, past one of the halfbacks, and with only fullback really in their way.
There was a tackle.

But Dick was seen to come out of it, while Greg rolled on the grass with the fullback.
"_Touchdown!_" The air trembled with the vibration of that surging yell as Cadet Prescott raced across Lehigh's goal line.
"Humph!" ejaculated Haynes.

But he, too, was on his feet, watching the lively performance.
Then the pigskin was carried back for the kick for goal, and the goal was made.
Lehigh was tied! After the early discouragements of the game that seemed luck enough.
Lieutenant Carney was the personal embodiment of joy as he recalled the signal of Brayton and the sullen headshakes of Prescott and Holmes.
"That was a ratty and clever piece of acting, to throw the visitors off their guard!" chuckled the Army coach.
No time was lost in lining up again.

Only seven minutes of playing time were left.

It seemed too short in which to do anything in the faces of the Army players there glowed the light of determination.
Within three minutes the ball was well down in Lehigh territory.
The college men fought grimly now.