CHAPTER XXIX.
THE END OF THE GAME.
Now the New Haven crowd took their turn, and took it in earnest.
Rattleton stood upon the shoulders of a friend, and fell off upon the heads of the crowd as he was cheering.

He didn't mind that, for he kept right on cheering.
"Merriwell, I believe you have broken the streak!" cried Old Put, with inexpressible satisfaction.
"Well, I sincerely hope so," returned Frank.

"I rather think we are all right now, but we've got a hard pull ahead of us.

Harvard is still five in the lead, you know." "If you can hold them down--" "I am going to do my best." "If you save this game the boys won't do a thing when we get back to New Haven--not a thing!" The next batter flied out to shortstop, and Griswold remained on second.
Now there was suspense, for Yale had two men out.

A sudden hush fell on the field, broken only by the voices of the two coachers.
Coulter had not recovered his nerve, and the next batter got a safe hit into right field, while Danny Griswold's short legs fairly twinkled as he scudded down to third and then tore up the dust in a mighty effort to get home on a single.
Every Yale man was on his feet cheering again, and Danny certainly covered ground in a remarkable manner.