“There, I guess that will hold you for a while,” he said, with a glance at Dick, as he sat down. “Let’s see you get seven pins with your first ball!”
Dick did his best, and hit the pins in what seemed to be a perfect manner, yet he secured but five of them, which gave him fifteen on his spare and fifty-four as a total in the fifth box. This left him three points behind Chester.
A moment later, however, a shout arose, for with his second ball Dick cleaned the alley.
He had made another spare.
“What do you think of that for luck?” cried Arlington.
“Luck!” burst from Buckhart. “Why, he earned it! It was good bowling.”
Rising and facing the score board, Chester saw at once that Merriwell needed only two pins on his spare to get sixty-six in the sixth box.
A grim look came to Chet’s face. At last he realized that the game was not going to be as easy as he had anticipated.
“It’s up to you to get a spare yourself, Chester,” said Mel Fraser.
“Dern my picter!” piped Obediah Tubbs. “I’ll bet he’ll need it.”