The next play was made at the center of the Army line.
What was the matter?
wondered many of the Army watchers.

Was Brayton becoming dissatisfied with his left wing?
"Humph!" rejoined Haynes sourly.
But the third time that the ball was put in play it went swiftly to Prescott.

Instead of trying to make his way around the end, Dick suddenly sped some what to the right.

Darrin had gone in the opposite direction, yet, thoroughly familiar with his old chum's tricky ways of play, Dave had his eyes wide open.

So he wheeled, rushing at Prescott.