CHAPTER XV.
HEROES AND A SNEAK Turnback Haynes watched the game closely, darkly.
He wanted to note and to remember every play near the Army's left end today.

Should the Navy win the day's battle, then Cadets Haynes felt sure he could make a large number of men in the second class at the Military Academy believe that Prescott had allowed his ancient friendship to stand in the way of an Army victory.
"Great Caesar, I might even succeed in getting to be president of the class yet!" muttered the turnback.

"There they go again!" A second or two later the wild cheering began again.
For the Army was charging with the ball, well down in Navy territory, and Prescott, with the pigskin safely tucked, was using his most wily tactics to get by Dave Darrin.
And Dick succeeded, too, though only for eight yards, when Dave had the satisfaction of helping to pull his old-time chum down to the ground in the interests of the Navy.
For a little while the ball had been over on Army ground.

Now, however, it was going steadily toward the Navy's goal line, and the interest of the spectators was intense.
The time of the game was more than half gone.

Once the Navy had been forced to carry the pig skin behind its own line, gaining thus a fresh lease of life in the game.