“The doctor——”
“I know, but victory for Yale may depend on it. If you could go with the men—if you could appear on the field in a uniform, I believe we’d have an even chance for victory.”
“Do you?”
“Sure thing.”
Frank sat bolt upright now, his eyes gleaming and a flush in his cheeks.
“Lorrimer,” he said, “I’ll go!”
The manager felt like uttering a shout, but he did not. Instead, he held out his hand, which Frank took, saying:
“Wiggle it carefully, old man.”
“There’s a chance for us, Merriwell!” cried Steve. “The sight of you will put spirit into the men. You will give them heart, and that is what they need.”
Frank got up.