Although he had not obtained a hit, the man had reached third on two errors, and there was every prospect of scoring.
Merriwell did not seem to lose his temper or his coolness.

He took plenty of time to let everybody get quieted down, and then he quickly struck out the next man.

The third man, however, managed to hit the ball fairly and knocked a fly into left field.

It was gathered in easily, but the man on third held the bag till the fly was caught and made a desperate dash for home.
The left fielder threw well, and the ball struck in the catcher's mitt.
It did not stick, however, and the catcher lost the only opportunity to stop the score.
Harvard had scored at last! The Harvard cheer rent the air, and crimson fluttered on all sides.
Frank struck out the next man, and then Yale came to bat, resolved to do or die.

But they did not do much.