up to the Rustlers' halfback now, and that bulky young midshipman leaped
to the fray, cleverly barring the way.

At least, the Rustlers' halfback thought he had Darrin blocked. It is
never wise to take too much for granted.

As the halfback planted himself for the grapple, Dave suddenly dropped
through that opponent's grip and went to the ground.

As though he had been shot through, Dave Darrin went under and past, on
one side, between the halfback's legs. He was up again, with Dan at his
back. Fullback came at them, but Dan bumped that player aside. Dave
dashed on across the line, scoring a touchdown.

Never had the gridiron been the scene of greater excitement than in that
rousing moment.

"Darrin! Darrin! Darrin!" came hoarsely; from hundreds of throats.

"Dalzell! Dalzell!" came the next gusty roar.

Hepson wiped a moist brow with one hand.

"There are two real players, if they can keep that up," muttered the
captain of the eleven.

Jetson had been the tackle opposed to Dave. Just now Jetson was nursing a
bump to his vanity.

"How on earth did I ever happen to let Darrin through?" Jetson demanded