"Don't speak of that fellow," exclaimed two or three.
"He is the only hope for Yale," declared Pierson. "Ott isn't in it for a minute. Frank Merriwell must be appealed to for the honor of old Yale."
"Who'll appeal to him?"
"I will, if they'll give me authority. I know he will play when he understands the situation."
Merriwell drew in his head and closed the window. His face was pale. Up and down the floor he walked.
"For the honor of old Yale!" he muttered.
Then he suddenly cried:
"For the honor of old Yale I will do anything!"
Then came a knock on his door.