Then he was forced to put them over.

He knew the batter would take one or two, and so he sent two straight, swift ones directly over, and two strikes were called.
Then came the critical moment, for the next ball pitched would settle the matter.

Frank sent in a rise and the batter struck at it, missed it, and was declared out, the ball having landed with a "plunk" in the hands of the catcher.
The next batter got first on a single, but the third man sent an easy one to Frank, who gathered it in, threw the runner out at second, and the second baseman sent the ball to first in time to retire the side on a double play.
"You are all right, Merriwell, old man," enthusiastically declared Heffiner, as Frank came in to the bench.

"They haven't been able to score off you yet, and they won't be able to touch you at all after you get into gear." Pierson was relieved, and Costigan looked well satisfied.
"Now we must have some scores, boys," said the captain.
But Yedding showed that he was out for blood, for he allowed but one safe hit, and again retired Yale without a score.
Surely it was a hot game, and excitement was running high.

Would Harvard be able to score the next time?
That was the question everybody was asking.
Yedding came to the bat in this inning, and Merriwell struck him out with ease, while not another man got a safe hit, although one got first on the shortstop's error.
The Yale crowd cheered like Indians when Harvard was shut out for the third time, the freshmen seeming to yell louder than all the others.
They originated a cry which was like this: "He is doing very well! Who?
Why, Merriwell!" Merriwell was the first man up, and Yedding did his best to get square by striking the freshman out.