I'll bet you twenty that Harvard doesn't score." "Oh, well, I'll have to stand you, just for fun," murmured Harris as he extracted a twenty-dollar bill from the roll it was said he always carried and handed it to Deacon Dunning.

"Shove up your dough, Rattle." Harry covered the money promptly, and then he laughed.
"This cakes the take--I mean takes the cake! I never struck such an easy way of making money! I say, fellows, we'll open something after the game, and I'll pay for it with what I win off Harris." "That will be nice," smiled Harris; "but you may not be loaded with my money after the game." The very first batter up, got first on an error by the second baseman who let an easy one go through him.
"The money is beginning to look my way as soon as this," said Harris.
"It is looking your way to bid you good-by," chuckled Harry, not in the least disturbed or anxious.
Merriwell had a way of snapping his left foot out of the box for a throw to first, and it kept the runner hugging the bag all the time.
Frank also had another trick of holding the ball in his hand and appearing to give his trousers a hitch, upon which he would deliver the ball when neither runner nor batter was expecting him to do so, and yet his delivery was perfectly proper.
He struck the next man out, and the batter to follow hit a weak one to third, who stopped the runner at second.
Two men were out, and still there was a man on first.

Now it looked dark for Harvard that inning, and not a safe hit had been made off Merriwell thus far.
The Harvard crowd was getting anxious.

Was it possible that Merriwell would hold them down so they could not score, and Yale would yet pull out by good work at the bat?
The captain said a few words to the next batter before the man went up to the plate, and Frank felt sure the fellow had been advised to take his time.
Having made up his mind to this, Frank sent a swift straight one directly over, and, as he had expected, the batter let it pass, which caused the umpire to call a strike.
Still keeping the runner hugging first, Frank seemed to start another ball in exactly the same manner.

It was not a straight one, but it was a very slow drop, as the batter discovered after he had commenced to swing.