Twenty men piled upon tackler and tackled.
Deep down beneath that mass was Frank Merriwell, his hands clinging like hooks to Benjamin's ankles.
He had stopped what seemed to be a sure touchdown for Harvard at that early stage of the game.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
WON BACK.
Beside Inza Burrage, in a splendid position to watch the game, sat a pretty girl with fluffy hair. She wore Harvard's colors, and seemed greatly excited.
"There he is!" she exclaimed, at various stages of the game—"there is Jack! See him, Inza!"
"Yes," said Inza, "I see him."
But her eyes were not on the one meant by her companion. She was watching Frank Merriwell, and she bit her lip as she watched.