“Luck—nothing but luck!” said Frost freezingly.
Still Manton did not give up, for he knew there was a possibility that his antagonist might take a terrible slump in the last box.
“Keep after him, old man,” urged Fisher. “You may pull out.”
“Not much chance for it,” confessed Manton; but still he tried hard, and swept down all the pins.
“Roll it off; it’s your last box,” said Fuller.
Manton repeated the trick twice more.
“A good string,” observed Fisher.
“Not for me,” muttered the gentleman pugilist, as he went for his collar and necktie.
“Eat ’em up, Frank!” urged Hodge. “Go after them all. The first ball counts.”
Merriwell knew it. He betrayed no uneasiness, but he took the utmost pains.