“He’s got it!”
But the ball curved the least bit, brushed the pin, caused it to move off the spot at least half an inch, but left it standing.
Dashleigh collapsed and seemed disheartened until he made a sudden discovery.
“Hold on!” he shouted. “Merriwell has but one ball left! He should have rolled that one off before Dick. There is a bare chance left if Dick gets that last pin.”
“I fail to see it,” grunted Browning.
“Why, it’s plain enough,” declared Bert. “Frank has one hundred and twelve in his ninth box, hasn’t he?”
“Sure.”
“And he’s made ten with two balls.”
“Right.”
“That ten goes into the last box, together with what he gets on the next ball.”