“But Manton is not the kind to slip up in a case like this. He’s a sticker.”
By this time Manton was ready again. Again he did the trick, although, as in the case of Merry, one pin threatened not to fall.
“That would have been tough!” declared the Eagle Heights man, with relief.
“Of course you struck the pins just right,” muttered Hodge.
“Yes, I did!” exclaimed Manton. “Any one could see that.”
“It seems to make a difference who rolls the ball,” said Hodge.
“Thirty in the second box for Manton, total of sixty,” said Fuller, as he marked the score down.
When the pins were spotted Frank discovered two that were not set right. He instructed the boy to place them squarely on the spots, which was done.
“Better be careful,” sneered Frost; but pretended to laugh.
Manton had made four strikes in succession. His friends fancied this would begin to shake Merriwell’s nerve; but that was because they did not know Frank, whose nerves invariably became steadier when engaged in a trying contest of any sort.