In this he succeeded, and he sent it over the second baseman's head, but it fell short of the fielder.
Merriwell came home while Griswold was going down to first.
And now it needed but one score for Yale to tie Harvard.
The man who followed Griswold dashed all their hopes by hitting a weak one to short and forcing Danny out at second.
Harvard cheered their men as they came in from the field.
"We must make some scores this time, boys," said the Harvard captain.

"A margin of one will never do, with those fellows hitting anything and everything." "That's exactly what they are doing," said Peck.

"They are getting hits off balls they have no business to strike at." "Oh, you are having your troubles," grinned a friend.
"Any one is bound to have when batters are picking them off the clouds or out of the dirt.

It doesn't make much difference where they are." "This man Merriwell can't hold us down as he has done," asserted Dickson, Harvard's first baseman.
"I don't know; he is pretty cagey," admitted Nort Gibson.
"I believe he is the best pitcher we'll strike this season," said another.
"Here, here, you fellows!" broke in the captain.

"You are getting down-hearted, and that won't do.