The shouting changed on the instant; there had been a wild, triumphant howling on the Princeton side because the ribbon had gone fully fifteen inches beyond the chalk mark.
Now it traveled so rapidly toward the Yale side that there was no measuring the distance; that did not matter anyway, for when a team is pulled squarely off the cleats, the tug is done.
Frank, therefore, had the double satisfaction of seeing his college win the general trophy and of meeting successfully a serious emergency that had occurred in the special sport which he had undertaken to manage.
It was a great evening for Yale, and one that all men who were students in the college at that time will never forget.
"I tell you, I wouldn't have missed it for a good deal," said Rattleton, when they were on their way to Yale, the day following.
"It's too bad Browning was hurt," answered Frank.
"It's not serious," said the big fellow. "It will soon be all right, so the doctor says." And this proved to be true. Inside of ten days his wrist was as well as ever.
"Another contest is on hand," said Rattleton, one morning to Frank. "Do you know we are up for admission to the Pi Gamma Society?"
"Yes," answered Frank.
"We'll catch it hot soon—when they initiate us."