“Hooray for Frank Merriwell!”
“’Rah! ’rah! ’rah!”
Round the field ran the cheering. It was a surprising reception for Merriwell to receive there in New York, and he afterward confessed that it “bumped” him.
But when the general shouting had ceased there came another sound from the bleachers on the right of the field. It was the Yale cheer, ending with Merriwell’s name, and it was shouted through more than a hundred megaphones in perfect chorus.
Frank looked, and there, gathered in a body, were a great throng of Yale men. Where they had come from he could not understand, but they were there, and they cheered for the hero of Old Eli, led by several men, who wildly flourished their arms.
But what surprised Frank more than aught else was the fact that in the midst of these men were two girls, dressed in white, wearing the Yale blue and flaunting Yale banners.
At sight of them Frank almost staggered. Then he stood quite still and stared hard.
“Good Lord!” he gasped. “Can it be?”
He found it difficult to believe the evidence of his eyes, but a moment later he joyously muttered:
“Inza and Elsie! They are here together!”