o good Old Yale--drink it down!
Here's to good Old Yale,
She's so hearty and so hale--
Drink it down! drink it down! down! down!"

It seemed that every person in the car joined in singing this song. The
enthusiasm was running higher and higher. In every heart the Yale spirit
grew deeper and stronger during that ride from New London to New Haven.
The students who were there never forgot that scene--never forgot how
they thrilled with love for Old Yale. The hardships and struggles of
college days were forgotten; the triumphs and joys alone were
remembered.

But with it all it is certain that the result of the race had
disappointed no Harvard man more than it did Fred Flemming.

At the last moment he had been overjoyed to learn that Merriwell had a
bad felon on one of his hands, which, it seemed, must debar him from
rowing in the great race.

Flemming had kept himself in condition as far as possible, and he lost
no time to let Collingwood know that he could be called on in case of
emergency.

That he would be called on seemed almost certain, for he was notified to
be on hand at Yale's quarters before the time set for the race to begin.

He had been on hand, ready to strip off in a moment, and had seen
Collingwood talking earnestly with Merriwell. Then, to his inexpressible
astonishment, he had been told that Merriwell would row after all.

From that moment Flemming hoped and prayed that Yale would lose the
race. He would have given almost anything in his power to give had Frank
Merriwell been unable to row to the finish.

But Merriwell had finished the race, and Yale had won. Flemming's
friends, who had bet that he would row in the race, had lost money, and
they were sore also.

It was bitter gall for Flemming and Tom Thornton to pretend to rejoice
over Yale's victory, but they dared not do otherwise. It happened that
they waited till the special train left for New Haven, and they were on
that train and in the car which carried the victorious crew.

Occasionally they cheered with the others, to keep up appearances; but,
for the most part, they remained seated in a corner at one end of the
car and talked in low tones.

"How was it that Collingwood happened to retain the fellow for all of
his hand?" asked Thornton, referring to Merriwell.

"Ask me something easy!" exclaimed Flemming. "I am sure he intended to
fire the fellow, but I think Merriwell begged to be given a show, and
Collingwood did