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"Don't be too reckless. Just fight to keep the Navy from scoring." "Hepson! Hepson!" came, appealingly, from the seats, as the two elevens lined up at the twenty-five-yard line. "Darry! O Darry!" Grim determination written on their faces, eleven middies awaited the signal, then hurled themselves forward like tigers. The ball came to Dave, who started with it.
The ball was far within the enemy territory again, but Wilton held, and on the fourth down Ned Stillson fell back and made a successful drop kick. During the rest of this quarter there was a good deal of seesawing back and forth and neither side seemed to have the advantage, until Tom Curwood recovered a fumble on the visitors' twenty-five-yard line.
Eustace's twenty-five-yard line, yet well over toward the side of the field. "If it was only in the middle of the field," groaned Blair, "a place-kick would tie the score. How much time is there, Mr. Remsen?" "About two and a half minutes," answered Remsen. "But I've an idea that, middle or no middle, Whipple's going to signal a kick."
Each time, however, Dave wriggled out of it. When there were but seven minutes left neither team had scored. Gridley now had the ball for snap-back at its own twenty-five-yard line. The most that home boosters were hoping for now was that Gridley would be able to hold down the game to no score. Dave had been thinking deeply. He had just found a chance to mutter orders swiftly.
It was not a cheer, but a subdued, breathless gasp that rose from the two camps of fans as the opposing lines rushed at each other. Dick could not help a slight groan, for Adams, of Cobber, reached the pigskin first. But Adams kicked it off over the line. Here was Gridley's prompt chance. Evans kicked the ball from the twenty-five-yard line.
The party waited as long as they possibly could for the return of their two companions, but, finally, were compelled to commence the spring hunt without them. They trapped a short time on the Yellow Stone River and then went to the Twenty-Five-Yard River.
Soon after Dave and Dan were called up, Farley, listening with his door ajar half an inch, slipped out and hit the tungsten burner a smart rap just in the nick of time to save Dan Dalzell's Navy uniform to that young man. Bump! The ball, hit squarely by the toe of Wolgast's football shoe, soared upward from the twenty-five-yard line.
Chambers' attack, especially between the twenty-five-yard lines, had been far more varied and effective. Her line, from tackle to tackle, had been stronger than her opponent's. Brimfield had been especially weak at the left of centre, and a résumé of the game showed that Chambers had made two-thirds of her line gains through Blaisdell and Saunders.
In the next play, Dave had the ball, on a short pass, but with Dick dashing along close to his side, and Hudson on the other flank. Before Darrin went down on the ball it had been carried to Filmore's thirty-yard line. Then it went beyond the twenty-five-yard line, and Gridley still carried the pigskin.
It was the 'varsity's ball near the second's twenty-five-yard line, and Carmine, who had taken Marvin's place at quarter, sent Still plunging at the left of the second's line on the first play.
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