“That’s the way!” cried the Yale captain. “Two more like that, and he’s down!”
Dunk did it, though the man struck one foul which Andy muffed, much to his chagrin.
“Give ’em the Boola song!” called a Yale cheer leader, and it was rousingly sung. This seemed to make the Yale players have more confidence, and they were on their mettle. But, though they did their best, Princeton scored two more runs, and, with this lead against her, Yale came to the bat.
“Steady all!” counseled the captain. “We’re going to win, boys.”
But it did not seem so, when the first inning ended with no score for Yale. Princeton’s pitcher was proving his power, and he was well supported. Man after man—some of them Yale’s best hitters—went down before his arm.
The situation looked desperate. In spite of the frantic cheering of the Yale freshmen, it seemed as if her players could not take the necessary brace.
“Fellows, come here!” yelled the captain, when it came time for Andy and his chums to take the field after a vain attempt to score. “We’ve got to do something. Dunk, I want you to strike out a couple of men for a change!”
“I—I’ll do it!” cried the pitcher.
Then Dunk pulled himself together, and the Tiger’s lead was cut down. Once the game was a tie Yale’s chances seemed to brighten, and when she got a lead of one run in the eighth her cohorts went wild, the stand blossoming forth into a waving mass of blue.
This good feeling was further added to when Princeton was shut out without a run in the beginning of the ninth, and as Andy, Dunk and the other Yale players came in, having won the game, they received an ovation for their victory.