My arm is the same as gone now, and I'll finish it this inning.

We must win this game anyway, regardless of arms, so here goes." He could barely get the balls over the plate, but he used his head in a wonderful manner, and the slow ball proved a complete puzzle for Harvard after they had been batting speed all through the game, so they got but one safe hit off Heffiner that inning and no scores.
There was a wild jubilee at Yale that night.

A bonfire was built on the campus, and the students blew horns, sang songs, cheered for "good old Yale," and had a real lively time.
One or two of the envious ones asked about Merriwell--why he was not allowed to pitch.

Even Hartwick, a sophomore who had disliked Frank from the first, more than hinted that the freshman pitcher was being made sport of, and that he would not be allowed to go into the box when Yale was playing a team of any consequence.
Jack Diamond overheard the remark, and he promptly offered to bet Hartwick any sum that Merriwell would pitch the next game against Harvard.
Diamond was a freshman, and so he received a calling down from Hartwick, who told him he was altogether too new.

But as Hartwick strolled away, Diamond quietly said: "I may be new, sir, but I back up any talk I make.