to win, boys."

But it did not seem so, when the first inning ended with no score for
Yale. Princeton's pitcher was proving his power, and he was well
supported. Man after man--some of them Yale's best hitters--went down
before his arm.

The situation looked desperate. In spite of the frantic cheering of the
Yale freshmen, it seemed as if her players could not take the necessary
brace.

"Fellows, come here!" yelled the captain, when it came time for Andy and
his chums to take the field after a vain attempt to score. "We've got to
do something. Dunk, I want you to strike out a couple of men for a
change!"

"I--I'll do it!" cried the pitcher.

Then Dunk pulled himself together, and the Tiger's lead was cut down.
Once the game was a tie Yale's chances seemed to brighten, and when she
got a lead of one run in the eighth her cohorts went wild, the stand
blossoming forth into a waving mass of blue.

This good feeling was further added to when Princeton was shut out
without a run in the beginning of the ninth, and as Andy, Dunk and the
other Yale players came in, having won the game, they received an
ovation for their victory.

Ikey Stein, sitting in the grandstand near an elderly gentleman, yelled,
shouted and stamped his feet at the Yale victory.

"You seem wonderfully exercised about it, my young friend," remarked the
elderly gentleman. "Did you have a large wager up on this game?"

"No, sir, but now I can sell two dollars worth of socks," replied Ikey,
hurrying off to get Dunk and Andy to redeem their promises.

"Hum, very strange college customs these days--very strange," murmured
the elderly gentleman, shaking his head.

CHAPTER XXXIII

THE TRAP

Joyous was the crowd of Yale players as they trooped off the field. The
freshmen had opened their season well by defeating Princeton, and the
wearers of the orange and black gave their victors a hearty cheer, which
was repaid in kind.

"It's good to be on the winning side," exulted Andy, as he walked along
with Dunk.

"It sure is, old man."

Someone touched Andy on the shoulder. He looked around to see Ikey
holding out a package. One in the other hand was offered to Dunk.

"The socks," spoke the student salesman, simply.

"Say, give us time to get into our clothes!" demanded Andy. "Do you
think we carry cash in our uniforms?"

"I didn't want you to forget," said Ikey, with a grin. "There is another
fellow taking up my business now, and I've got