This brought a shout of delight, and some one yelled back:
"Weep for poor old Harvard. She needs it."
Then Capt. Forrest of the eleven appeared.
A mighty roar went up the moment he was seen. It was a great shout of admiration and welcome. It brought a hot flush of satisfaction to his cheeks, and he stood bowing and smiling on the platform.
"What's the matter with Forrest?" shrieked a voice, when the noise lulled somewhat.
"He's a lulu!" shrieked another voice.
"He's all right—he is!" roared the crowd.
Then they cheered for him in the regular manner.
Each player was received with an ovation as he came out of the car, and they must have felt themselves well repaid for their weeks of hard training and practice.
Frank Merriwell was nearly the last one to show himself. The crowd had been waiting for him.