onishing manner, for he sent the Yale men to the bench in
one-two-three order.

That seemed to give Harvard new life, and, when she came to bat, she
showed a determination to do something.

Right there was where Heffiner took a streak of wildness, and Harvard
scored three times.

Coulter kept up his work in the sixth, by allowing but one short single
to be taken off his delivery, and no Yale man got further than second
base.

Then it seemed that Harvard came to the plate with a determination to
"pound it out." The defenders of the crimson jumped on Heffiner's
curves, and the way they banged the leather gave the Yale crowd symptoms
of heart failure. A single, a two-bagger and a homer in quick succession
caused Heffiner to develop a bad case of "rattles," and it seemed that
Harvard would never let up. There was consternation in the Yale ranks
when Harvard tied the score with but one man out, and that consternation
threatened to become a panic when two more scores came in.

Old Man Hicks was set at work "warming up," although it was felt that he
must be a desperate resort. When Harvard scored again, Hicks was sent
into the box.

The change seemed to work well, for Harvard's score getting was brought
to an abrupt termination.

But Yale was in a desperate situation, for, at the beginning of the
seventh, Harvard was three scores in the lead.

Merriwell had been on the point of going down and offering to do what he
could to check Harvard's wild career, but it seemed that Old Man Hicks
had done that, and so he sat still.

But Yale could not score. Coulter seemed to feel that the opportunity of
his life had arrived, and he sent the Spalding's over the plate with all
sorts of twists. The Yale men could not make fair and satisfactory
connections with the ball, so no man reached home.

Hicks was lucky, and he succeeded in scattering the hits, which, with
fine support, enabled him to retire Harvard with another goose's egg.

The eighth inning was disastrous for the blue, although Yale won a score
by hard base running. When Harvard took her turn, she seemed to fathom
Dad Hicks' delivery, and, for a short time, he was treated quite as bad
as Heffiner had been. At the end of the eighth inning Harvard was six
scores ahead, and it was plain that the game was lost for Yale.

Scores of sad-faced Yale spectators were heard expressing regret that
Frank Merriwell had not been used in the game. Some of the wearers of
the blue le