"Grab him! Don't let him get past you!" called Tom Coleton, who was in charge of the scrub. Dick's helpers shoved aside several impetuous lads who tried to break through to tackle him, and it looked as though he might make a sensational run. But when Bart Gerard slipped past Paul Drew, and got in to the running lad, there was a quick, fierce tackle, and Dick went down heavily. "Not so bad! Line up!" cried Bert Cameron, who stole a few minutes from his studies to come out and see how the play was going. "Get ready, fellows!" cried Dick, as he took his place behind Jim, while the big centre leaned over and prepared to snap back the ball when the signal was given. Dick called out a string of numbers which indicated that Ray Dutton was to take the ball between the left guard and tackle of the scrub. The ball came back, and with all his might Dutton leaped for a hole that Beeby and Hall made for him. On and on he struggled pushing and being pushed. "Brace, fellows! Brace!" implored Coleton, and his men tried, but there was no withstanding the fierce rush of the Varsity. Through they went, and when Dutton was finally stopped he had gained five yards. "It's been some time since we did that," commented Dick, as he looked back at the ground covered--ground whereon were strewn fallen players for the rush had been a fierce one. Again came the line up, and again the advance with the ball, Stiver taking it this time for a run around end. He made a good gain. Then followed more rushing tactics, until, when in reasonable distance of the goal, Dick gave the signal for a try for one from the field. Straight and true the ball came back to Teddy Naylor, and the next instant it was booted over the crossbar. "Wow!" cried Beeby capering about. "That's the stuff. Now if that was against Blue Hill I'd stand on my head!" "Impossible, old chap--I mean impossible to stand on your head--you're not balanced right," panted Dick, for the last few minutes of play had been strenuous. "But it was good work all the same." "You can't repeat it," declared Coleton, half chagrined yet glad that the Varsity was picking up. But the Varsity did even better, for they rolled up two touchdowns in that half, a thing they had been unable to do since practice started. They did not have things all their own way, however, for the scrub played so fiercely and with such desperate energy in the next half, that they, too, got a touchdown, and would have had another but for a splendid tackle Porter made. "Good!" cried Teddy encouragingly, for Porter was not a good player, and would not train properly. But he had been picked on the team early in the season, when available material was scarce, and the captain did not like to drop him now. His fine stopping of the man with the ball, however, showed what he could do when he tried.