Hill nodded and stepped into the room.
"The rest of you fellows," said Frank, "stay at the door and don"t let anybody out."
"Look out for the greased spot," said Bruce, warningly.
Hill and Frank went into the middle of the room, where there was a double line of lockers extending nearly its whole length. There were two windows at the end, one of which was down slightly at the top, the other was closed.
They looked up at it, and then at each other.
"He hasn"t gone out," said Frank, confidently, in a low tone. "Try all the lockers."
They started down, one on each side, opening first the doors of closets in which they and their companions had placed their clothes.
Nothing had been disturbed there.
As they went they found nothing but empty lockers, but presently Frank came to one the door of which he could not open.
The handle was simply a k.n.o.b, and the door was held fast by a Yale lock.
He looked at it a moment, then, drawing back, gave the door a terrific kick squarely upon the lock.
The thin wood broke at once, and another kick splintered it from top to bottom.
At that instant a man dashed out, tried to push Frank aside and make for the door. Frank recognized him at once as one of the men he had seen with Higgins at the Hoffman House.
"No, you don"t!" he exclaimed hotly, catching the fellow by the arm and giving him a smashing blow on the side of the head.
Hearing the rumpus, Hill came running around the corner just in time to meet the two as they were staggering along. He promptly gave the scoundrel a rattling series of blows that dropped him to the floor half stunned.
"Come in here," called Frank, and the other students came crowding into the room.
"Let"s kick him to death!" exclaimed one, excitedly.
The students were so angry that they might have put this suggestion into execution if Frank had not called a halt.
"Find a cord," he said, "and bind this fellow hand and foot; then we"ll notify the committee of arrangements and go on with the tug of war."
A cord was quickly found, and the man was tied so thoroughly that there was no possibility that he could escape. Then, while Frank and the others were getting ready for the tug, Hill looked up the committee of arrangements and explained the situation.
It may be said in pa.s.sing that the matter aroused a great deal of indignation on all sides, and that an investigation was made, which resulted in showing that the man Frank had captured was a common gambler, and that there were several others who had put up a great deal of money on Princeton, and then taken every means they possibly could to bring about Princeton"s victory.
He could do this only by disabling Princeton"s adversaries. It was found that attempts had been made to injure both Harvard and Cornell men as well as those from Yale.
Two or three of the gambler"s confederates were found in the hall and put under arrest, and the next morning they were taken to police court on a charge of malicious mischief, for which they were severely punished.
As it was perfectly certain that no Princeton man had any hand in the matter, or any knowledge of it other than had been given to the managers by the Yale team, nothing was said about it at the time, for everybody was anxious that the tug of war between Yale and Princeton should be pulled on its merits.
The master of ceremonies announced that an accident had happened to Yale"s anchor, and that Merriwell would take his place, with Rattleton as subst.i.tute on the rope.
There was a good deal of dismay at this in the Yale ranks, for although everybody had confidence in Frank, all knew that a change in the make-up of a team at the last moment is likely to be disastrous.
Nevertheless, Merriwell was greeted with a big cheer when he went out to the floor and wound the end of the rope around his belt.
He put Rattleton on the farther end of the line, and moved Taylor up to his own old position. There was then a breathless moment, while both sides waited for the pistol shot.
When it came, the eight men went down at the same instant. It was evident that the Princeton team had observed the success of Yale men in dropping, and had determined not to let them get an advantage in that way.
The ribbon stood exactly at the chalk mark, and the first few seconds of violent pulling failed to budge it more than a hair"s breadth in either direction.
The great audience stood up and cheered as they had not done since the evening began. It was a delight to see two teams of strong young men so evenly matched in strength and skill.
On the Yale side there was fear in spite of the enthusiastic cheering that Merriwell"s weight would be against them in the end, and not a few called attention to the fact that the Yale team had already pulled once, while Princeton was perfectly fresh.
These things were thought of, too, on the Princeton side, and that made the wearers of the orange more confident.
As in the former pull, there was a short period of rest after the first tug. The anchors eyed each other warily, and the men lay on the rope, crossing their legs over it, and waiting for the signal to tug again.
Frank saw the Princeton anchor whispering to the man in front of him.
"If that"s a command to pull," he thought, "it"s given too openly, and it"s probably a dodge to throw us off our guard."
It seemed to be so, for the Princeton men gave one sudden yank at the rope, and then lay still.
The yank did not stir the ribbon, and it did not call out any answering pulls from the Yale men. Many of the spectators wondered at this, and began to set up shouts to Merriwell to order a pull.
He remained perfectly quiet, paying no attention to the shouts around him, apparently not hearing them. In fact, he was not more than half conscious that there was anybody in the room except the three men directly in front of him and the four adversaries on the opposite team.
A full minute pa.s.sed, during which there was some pulling by each side, and still the ribbon remained squarely over the chalk mark.
The spectators left their seats, so great was their excitement, and in spite of the efforts of the policemen who were stationed in the hall, crowded down upon the floor until they were within a few feet of the opposing teams.
Old men in the crowd who had graduated from college before Frank and his companions were born, were quite as excited as the younger men.
"Don"t let it be a draw, Merriwell," shouted one white-whiskered man, waving his hat frantically.
"Princeton! Princeton!" came in a big chorus from the other side of the room, as the Princeton team lay closer to the floor and pulled at the rope with might and main.
The muscles of their arms and shoulders stood out like whipcords and the perspiration started from their brows. They were doing their best, to say the least, to prevent a draw.
It was a splendid tug; the ribbon at last began to move. It took its course slowly and by little starts and halts toward the Princeton side.
The palms of the Yale men fairly burned as the cord slipped by. It was not much, but as before, an inch at the end of four minutes would be as good as a yard.
Frank"s face was set in an expression of intense determination, and the perspiration stood out upon his brow, too, although he was exerting little force.
Inch by inch he was paying out the rope from his belt, a thing that had to be done in order to prevent his crew from being pulled to their feet.
Frank was waiting his opportunity; it came as he had foreseen, just at the instant when the Princeton men had exerted all the force of which they were capable.