“The wind seems to be full of flaws,” he remarked.
Boiling with anger, Manton seized a ball and sent it booming along to take off one of the two pins.
“One hundred and ninety-three in the eighth box, and two hundred and two in the ninth,” said Fuller.
“Ten ahead of Merriwell in the eighth,” muttered Frost, clinging to hope. “Let’s see what Merriwell will do.”
Frank’s turn came directly, and he went after the pins in a resolute manner.
He got them.
“Strike!” was the shout, as he swept them all down.
Manton seemed to turn green.
Grafter opened his lips to rejoice, but changed his mind and said nothing.