“Home!” shrieked the coacher, making gestures for the runner to keep right on.
Mason was straightening up with the ball in his hand.
Walpole kept straight on for home, and Mason threw to try to stop him.
It was a very good throw, being sent in to bound once, but though it came into Bart’s hands handsomely, the runner slid across the base, and the first score had been made for Princeton.
CHAPTER XXX.
IN THE FACE OF DEFEAT.
The first score had been made off a muffed ball by Mason. True it was thoroughly excusable, but the fact that Mason made it caused many to look at it in a different light.
“There he goes!” growled Gil Cowles. “Now will Merriwell pull him out?”
“He made a good bid for it,” said Nash.