CHAPTER XXII.
FRANK’S TERMS.
“Three cheers for Capt. Merriwell!”
“Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!”
“Three more for Manager Merriwell!”
“Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!”
The pent-up feelings of the crowd burst forth in a wild roar of satisfaction.
“Now,” rang out the clear voice of Charlie Creighton, as he scrambled up on the shoulders of two strong fellows and waved his cap in the air, “now give three cheers for plain Frank Merriwell, the whitest man, the truest sport, and the best all-round athlete in Yale! Wake ’em up!”
They did. The feeling of enthusiasm that seized upon them just then was intense, and they cheered and cheered again.
The windows of the quad filled. The news spread, and the cheering became general.