Then the referee’s whistle blew, and Yale was saved for the time, as the first half was ended.
CHAPTER XIX.
THE LION HEART.
In the Yale dressing-rooms there was excitement. The men were being hastily rubbed down. They were sore and dispirited. Some men had come down from the pine seats. Browning and Diamond were there.
“Our best men are crippled,” confessed Birch to Bruce. “We’ll fight to the last gasp, and that’s all we can do.”
“If we had Merriwell to put in now, he might brace the team up,” said Lorrimer, in a low tone.
Frank Merriwell was there. Browning fell on him, figuratively speaking.
“Merriwell,” he said, “can’t you go in? The crowd was yelling for you. Listen! Hear ’em!”
They listened, and to their ears came a great shout from the Yale side:
“Where is Merriwell? We want Merriwell!”