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."

"Paul," said the great man of the 'Varsity crew, "that fellow is fast
enough for the regular team."

"You said so before."

"And I say so again."

Now it became evident to everybody that Coulter was in a pitiful state,
for he could not find the plate at all, and the next man went down on
four balls, filling the bases.

But that was not the end of it. The next batter got four balls, and a