They were becoming rattled; the Army players seemed more confident and more full of spirit than at time in the day.
Now there came another play.

Again the Army's left wing was used.
There was a short, desperate scrimmage.

The Army had gained four yards, yet lost---what?
For, out of that scrimmage came Dick and Greg, each limping enough to be noticed.
One of the Army "rainmakers" (doctors) even started out from the side lines, but Brayton waive the medical officer back.
"Is it a trick, this time, or real ?" wondered Conch Carney, who did not care to be caught napping again.
"Five---nine---seven---two---eighteen!" The last numeral called for a fake kick.

So well was the strategy carried out that Lehigh was even trapped into spreading out a trifle.
It was a left-end play again, however, and Dick and Greg, backed by all the rest, fought to put it through.
Lehigh's halfback caught Prescott this time---caught him fair and full, and Prescott went down.
Yet this had been intended.

So well was it done that Greg, close in, was away with the ball by the time that Prescott touched the earth.
There was a yell of dismay from the visitors.