At the same time, knowing Frank had batted to right field before, the fielders played over toward right.
"So you are on to that, are you ?" thought Frank.

"Well, it comes full easier for me to crack 'em into left field if I am given an inshoot." Two strikes were called on him before he found anything that suited him.
Harris was on the point of betting Rattleton odds that Merriwell did not get a hit, when Frank found what he was looking for and sent it sailing into left.

It was not a rainbow, so it did not give the fielder time to get under it, although he made a sharp run for it.
Then it was that Merriwell seemed to fly around the bases, while the man ahead of him came in and scored.

At first the hit had looked like a two-bagger, but there seemed to be a chance of making three out of it as Frank reached second, and the coachers sent him along.

He reached third ahead of the ball, and then the Yale crowd on the bleachers did their duty.
"How do you Harvard chaps like Merriwell's style ?" yelled a Yale enthusiast as the cheering subsided.
Then there was more cheering, and the freshmen of 'Umpty-eight were entirely happy.
The man who followed Frank promptly flied out to first, which quenched the enthusiasm of the Yale gang somewhat and gave Harvard's admirers an opportunity to make a noise.
Frank longed to get in his score, which would leave Harvard with a lead of but one.