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More than once Montfort thrust to run Frank through the body, and once his sword passed between the youth's left arm and his side. Merry saw that the Frenchman really meant to kill him if possible. Then men were getting into the boat. There were but few seconds left in which to finish the duel. Rattleton called to him from the, boat, shouting above the roar of the wind: "Finish him, Frank!
Oh, thunder! what a jolly surprise! This is great great!" Rattleton had Starbright with one hand and Morgan with the other, and he astonished and amused people in the vicinity by dancing wildly and whirling them round as he wrung their hands. "Look out, Rattles," laughed Frank. "If you're seen going through such gyrations by a policeman he'll surely pinch you."
Sport Harris, who was always looking for a chance to risk something, promptly took Harry up, and each placed a "sawbuck" in the hands of Deacon Dunning. "I am sorry for you, Harris," laughed Rattleton after Gibson had missed the second time, "but he's going to use them all that way." "Wait, my boy," returned Sport, coolly. "I am inclined to think this man will get a hit yet."
The sacrifice was tried, and it worked, for the man on second got third, although the batter was thrown out at first. "Now we need a hit!" cried Put. "It takes one to tie and two to win. A hit ties the game." Rattleton offered to bet Harris two to one that Yale would win, but Sport declined the offer. "It's our game fast enough," he said. "You are welcome to what you have won off me.
Browning? Great Scott! Is that so? He's a bad man to monkey with. Better let him alone, Merry." Ditson had a patronizing way that was offensive to Frank, who had given him numberless digs; but he was too thick to tumble or he deliberately refused to take Merriwell's words as they were intended. "You'll have to kick him before he knows he's not wanted," Rattleton had said.
"Oh, Merry has every blooming one of them on a string!" cried Rattleton. "He thon't do a wing to 'em I mean he won't do a thing to 'em." The Yale men were singing songs of victory already, and the Harvard crowd was doing its best to keep up the courage of its team by rooting hard. It was a most exciting game. "The hottest game I ever saw played by freshmen," commented Collingwood.
The triumphant freshmen felt like shouting and singing in jubilant mood. Indeed, Rattleton could not refrain from "letting off steam," as he called it, and he gave one wild howl of triumph that made the streets echo: "'Umpty-eight! 'Umpty-eight!" "Break it off!" sharply commanded Frank. "Want to let the sophs know we're up to something?" "I don't care."
The entire party was bubbling with that enthusiasm and eagerness felt by all "sightseers" who find themselves drawing near to this great natural marvel of America. Eagerly they peered from the car windows in their desire to obtain the first glimpse of the falls. "I can see some mising rist that is, some rising mist," spluttered Harry Rattleton.
"Hurrah for Frank Merriwell!" shouted Harry Rattleton, his face beaming with joy. "It was his scheme that did it." "Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" roared the freshmen. "'Rah! 'rah! 'rah!" Then Frank felt himself lifted to the shoulders of his enthusiastic admirers and carried to the home plate of the ball ground, where the freshmen cheered again and again.
For companions Merriwell selected Dismal Jones, Jack Diamond, Puss Parker and a big, broad-shouldered fellow by the name of Hovey. Rattleton and Robinson, together with a dozen others, were appointed as "scouts." It was their duty to "hook" out men from the ranks of the sophs and break the force of the enemy's rush as far as possible.
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