Then Frank pushed Forrest off. Time was precious, and his soul was strong.
Hasty preparations were made, and, for all of what he had just passed through, Merriwell kicked a goal.
Three seconds later the game was over, and Yale had won.
Then all Merriwell's admirers rushed upon the field to surround him, to fight for a look at him, and to roar their delight.
"Rah for Yale!"
"Three cheers for Frank Merriwell!"
"They can't down Old Eli!"
So the cries rang on.
It was truly a scene never to be forgotten.
But at that moment Frank did not think of the game.