One strike and one ball had been called on the batter, and Merriwell was on second, with one man out. Yale was still longing vainly for scores. It began to look as if they would still be held down, and Coulter was regaining his confidence.
Frank was aware that something sensational must be done to keep Coulter on the string. He longed for an opportunity to steal third, but knew he would receive a severe call down from Old Put if he failed. Still he was ready to try if he found the opportunity.
Frank took all the lead he could secure, going up with the shortstop every time the second baseman played off to fill the right field gap. He was so lively on his feet that he could go back ahead of the baseman every time, and Coulter gave up trying to catch him after two attempts.
Frank took all the ground he could, and seeing the next ball was an outdrop he legged it for third.
"Slide! slide! slide!" howled the astonished Halliday, who was still on the coach line at third.
Frank obeyed, and he went over the ground as if he had been greased for the occasion. He made the steal with safety, having a second to spare.
Rattleton lost his breath yelling, and the entire Yale crowd howled as one man. The excitement was at fever pitch.
Bob Collingwood was gasping for breath, and he caught hold of Paul Pierson, shouting in his ear:
"What do you think of that?"
"Think of it?" returned Pierson. "It was a reckless piece of work, and Merriwell would have got fits if he"d failed."
"But he didn"t fail."
"No; that lets him out. He is working to rattle Coulter, but he took desperate chances. I don"t know but it"s the only way to win this game."
"Of course it is."
"Merriwell is a wonderful runner. I found that out last fall, when I made up as Professor Grant and attempted to relieve him of a turkey he had captured somewhere out in the country. I blocked his road at the start, but he slugged me with the turk and then skipped. I got after him, and you know I can run some. Thought I was going to run him down easily or make him drop the bird; but I didn"t do either and he got away. Oh, he is a sprinter, and it is plain he knows how to steal bases.
I believe he is the best base runner on the freshman team, if he is not too reckless."
"He is a dandy!" exclaimed Collingwood. "I have thought the fellow was given too much credit, but I"ve changed my mind. Pierson, I believe he is swift enough for the regular team. What do you think of it?"
"I want to see more of his work before I express myself."
Merriwell"s steal had indeed rattled Coulter, who became so nervous that he sent the batter down to first on four b.a.l.l.s.
Then, with the first ball delivered to the next man up, the fellow on first struck out for second.
Merriwell was playing off third, and pretended to make a break for home as the catcher made a short throw to the shortstop, who ran in behind Coulter, took the ball and lined it back to the plate.
But Frank had whirled about and returned to third, so the play was wasted, and the runner reached second safely.
Then there was more Yale enthusiasm, and Coulter was so broken up that he gave little Danny Griswold a shoulder ball right over the heart of the plate.
Griswold "ate" high b.a.l.l.s, as the Harvard pitcher very well knew. He did not fail to make connection with this one, and drove it to deep left for two bags, bringing in two runs.
CHAPTER XXIX.
THE END OF THE GAME.
Now the New Haven crowd took their turn, and took it in earnest.
Rattleton stood upon the shoulders of a friend, and fell off upon the heads of the crowd as he was cheering. He didn"t mind that, for he kept right on cheering.
"Merriwell, I believe you have broken the streak!" cried Old Put, with inexpressible satisfaction.
"Well, I sincerely hope so," returned Frank. "I rather think we are all right now, but we"ve got a hard pull ahead of us. Harvard is still five in the lead, you know."
"If you can hold them down--"
"I am going to do my best."
"If you save this game the boys won"t do a thing when we get back to New Haven--not a thing!"
The next batter flied out to shortstop, and Griswold remained on second.
Now there was suspense, for Yale had two men out. A sudden hush fell on the field, broken only by the voices of the two coachers.
Coulter had not recovered his nerve, and the next batter got a safe hit into right field, while Danny Griswold"s short legs fairly twinkled as he scudded down to third and then tore up the dust in a mighty effort to get home on a single.
Every Yale man was on his feet cheering again, and Danny certainly covered ground in a remarkable manner. Head first he went for the plate.
The right fielder secured the ball and tried to stop Danny at the plate by a long throw. The throw was all right, but Griswold was making too much speed to be caught.
The instant Old Put, who had returned to the coach line, saw that the fielder meant to throw home, he howled for the batter to keep right on for second.
Griswold scored safely, and the catcher lost little time in throwing to second.
"Slide!" howled a hundred voices.
The runner obeyed, and he got in under the baseman, who had been forced to take a high throw.
It is impossible to describe what followed. The most of the Yale spectators acted as if they had gone crazy, and those in sympathy with Harvard showed positive alarm.
Two or three men got around the captain of the Harvard team and asked him to take out Coulter.
"Put in Peck!" they urged. "They"ve got Coulter going, and he will lose the game right here if you do not change."
At this the captain got angry and told them to get out. When he got ready to change he would do it without anybody"s advice.
Coulter continued to pitch, and the next batter got first on an error by the shortstop.
"The whole team is going to pieces!" laughed Paul Pierson. "I wouldn"t be surprised to see Old Put"s boys pull the game out in this inning, for all that two men are out."
"If they do so, Merriwell is the man who will deserve the credit," said Collingwood. "That is dead right."
"Yes, it is right, for he restored confidence and started the work of rattling Coulter."