"You tell!"
Then, all at once, Harlowe caught Harris by the shoulder, and, pointing toward the field, almost screamed in his ear:
"Ten thousand furies! Look there—look there, you blunderer! See him—see that tall, straight fellow?"
"Where?—who?"
"Where? Who? Right there, with the Yale captain—with Forrest! By all the living fiends, it is——"
"Frank Merriwell!" gasped Harris.
"Yes, and he is going to play full-back for Yale! He'll hoodoo Harvard! Yale will win this game!"