But, of course, the safety scored two against the Navy.

For a while afterward it had looked as though that, would be the score for the game---two to nothing.
"If Brayton uses Prescott just right, and doesn't call on them too often, they'll get the ball over the Navy's goal line yet," confided Lieutenant Carney to a brother officer who stood at his side.
"The Navy line-up is a great one this year," replied his comrade.
"For myself I'd be satisfied to see the score end as it stands---two to nothing." "Without a touchdown on either side!" questioned Lieutenant Carney, with a trace of scorn in his voice.

"That wouldn't be real sport, old fellow!" "I know; but it would be at least a safe finish for the Army," responded the other.
Just then Quarterback Boyle's voice was heard giving the signal: "Eight---seventeen---four!" Lieutenant Carney gave his friend's arm a slight nudge.
By way of Greg the ball came to Dick, who, already in fleet motion, was none the less ready for the pass.
With the ball under his arm, Prescott started.

Almost in an instant Dave and Dan piled upon him, ere Greg could get in for effective interference.
Two more downs and the Navy had the ball.
Now Darrin, with Dalzell's close elbow-touch throughout, started a series of brilliant plays.

To be sure, Dave didn't make all the runs, but he made the larger part of them.
Turnback Haynes's eyes began to snap.
Dave Darrin was playing with fire in his eyes.
Prescott was fighting back, doggedly, sullenly it almost seemed, but Darrin was putting on his best streak of the day.