It is pretty certain that the man with the ball was recognized by almost every college student within that enclosure. It was Frank. And now Merriwell showed them what running really is. The manner in which he flew over the ground was something marvelous. One Brown man made an awful spurt to catch him. It was the fellow who had been pulled down by Jack Ready. Merry drew away from him with apparent ease.
“Satan can’t stop him now!”
“It’s another touch-down!”
“Is he running, or flying?”
“Yell, boys—yell!”
They could not stop him. Over the line he carried the ball, and another touch-down was made. Then a goal was kicked, and the game was over.
Yale had doubled Harvard’s score against Brown.
And in the last moments of the game Frank Merriwell had eclipsed the sensational feat of Jack Ready and robbed the freshman of some of his glory.