ft the field immediately, unwilling to witness the
termination of the game.

With despair set upon their faces, the Yale men went to the bat, ready
to fight to the last gasp. But Coulter was also determined not to let
slip any of the glory he had won, and all Yale's efforts to score were
fruitless. The game ended with Harvard still six in the lead.

Phil Coulter was the hero of Harvard that night, while poor Hugh
Heffiner returned to New Haven with his heart almost bursting with
disappointment.

CHAPTER XXXV.

KIDNAPED.

"We'll down Harvard in everything at the tournament," was the angry
resolve of the disappointed Yale crowd, who returned to New Haven to
find no band and no great gathering of cheering students awaiting them
at the station.

Among them all, not excepting Hugh Heffiner himself, no one felt worse
about the defeat than did Frank Merriwell. In his heart, he blamed
himself for not going to the manager of the Yale team and offering his
services in case of emergency. He knew it was possible he might not have
been able to save the game, but still the possibility that he might have
done so bore heavily upon him.

But Frank did not dream that his enemies would make capital out of the
fact that he had not taken any part in the game. He did not know they
were saying he had kept among the spectators where he could not be found
when things seemed to turn against Yale.

"Merriwell didn't dare pitch any part of that game," they were saying.
"He was afraid, and he knew it would dim his glory if Harvard won. He
has his record, and you won't see him pitching out any games in order to
pull Yale out of a hole."

But Yates had ruined his chance of running in the mile race at the
tournament by getting full on the train. Directly after the next meeting
of the committee of arrangements, Frank was notified that he had been
chosen to represent Yale.

Each night Frank took a run out into the country. He was determined to
put himself in the very best condition possible.

This practice of Merriwell's was generally known, and he was watched
with interest by friends and foes.

The time for the tournament drew near. Arrangements for all the contests
had been completed. The end of the spring terms had come. Commencement
was over, and another class had been showered with sheepskins.

In all the doings of this busy time of the college year Merriwell took
little part, as he was putting himself in shape to do his be