But now came the last half of the ninth, and Yale was three scores behind. Carson was the first batter up. He shut his teeth and picked out a good one, off which he made a single.
Then came Browning, but in this emergency Bruce fanned.
Merriwell longed to hit it out, but he played a waiting game on Vinton, who was afraid to give Frank just what he wanted, and so Merry got his base on balls.
Morgan was nervous. He was seen to tremble, but he made a desperate bid for a hit, which Clackson succeeded in getting. Two men were out.
“It’s all over!” shouted somebody on the Princeton side. “Too bad. Poor old Yale!”
Gamp had a wild glare in his eyes when he came up to strike. He looked toward Frank and received a signal to play a waiting game.
Vinton was cautious, and Joe, though longing to baste the ball, obeyed instructions, with the result that he was given four balls.
The bases were filled.
“Oh, for a home run now!” exclaimed Irving Nash.
“The game is lost!” asserted Gil Cowles. “Mason is the hitter. He’s as good as cooked.”