It was the Army's turn to start the ball, the Navy's to come back with it, if possible, into Army territory.
The Navy soon succeeded in getting the pigskin a trifle over the middle line.

But the time was too short in which to do anything decisive.

The Army was strictly on the defensive, taking no chances.
Time was called.
The Army had won, eight to five! When it was all over the middies cheered the victors as lustily as anyone, though sore hearts beat under the blue uniforms of Annapolis.
West Points cadets, on the other hand, were wild with joy.
Again and again they sent up the rousing corps yell for Prescott and Holmes, with Brayton's name added.
Turnback Haynes, finding no one to listen to him now, in anything he might have to say against Prescott, turned to stare at the heaving lines of gray.
To himself, Haynes muttered curiously: "Humph!" That one word did not, however, do justice to Haynes's frame of mind.
He was wild with jealousy and hatred, but dared not show it.
That fellow Prescott will have his head fearfully swelled and be more unbearable than ever! growled Haynes to himself.

Confound him, he has no business at all in the Army! Why should he be?
Then, after a pause, a cunning look crept slowly into the eyes of the turnback, as he throbbed under his breath: If I can have anything to do with it, he wont be much longer in the Army! For just a moment, ere the teams left the field, the old Gridley chums had a chance to rush over to each other.
"I was afraid of you, Dick," Dave confessed.

"Not more than I was of you, Dave, laughed Prescott." "Did you find the Army such easy stuff to use as a doormat, Dan ?" queried Greg dryly.
"Oh, it--it--it was the fault of the new rules," retorted Midshipman Dalzell, making a wry face.