The time was growing short, and there seemed little chance for Yale to do anything more. Harvard men laughed and said Harvard would obtain another touchdown and goal before the end.
Little time was lost in putting the ball into play again. Harvard immediately started out with rushes. Now, to the astonishment of all, Yale was the stone wall.
Soon the ball went to Yale. Mills took it around Harvard's end for fifteen yards. Powell bucked the center with it and gained some ground.
Harvard men began to get anxious. Things had changed since the first half. Harvard was on the defensive now. What had caused the change no one could tell.
Back and still back the Harvard line was forced. Would Yale try to secure another goal from the field? That was the question.
Paula Benjamin was almost crying.
"It's Frank Merriwell!" she said. "Jack said he would hoodoo Harvard, and he has!"
"It is Frank!" thought Inza. "He has put life into the Yale men. He has given them confidence somehow. He must win now—he will!"
The ball was getting dangerously near Harvard's line. The Cambridge men fought to hold it during the last few minutes of the game.
Then, with a sudden movement, a man was sent through Harvard's center, although an around-the-end play had been anticipated. It was a tricky move, and took Harvard by surprise.