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it. The spectators were making preparations to leave. The Yale bat-tender, with his face long and doleful, was gathering up the sticks.

      What's that? The next man got a safe hit, a single that placed him on first. Then Frank Merriwell was seen carefully selecting a bat.

      "Oh, if he were a heavy hitter!" groaned many voices.

      Yedding was confident—much too confident. He laughed in Frank's face. He did not think it necessary to watch the man on first closely, and so that man found an opportunity to steal second.

      Two strikes and two balls had been called. Then Yedding sent in a swift one to cut the inside corner. Merriwell swung at it.

      Crack! Bat and ball met fairly, and away sailed the sphere over the head of the shortstop.

      "Run!"

      That word was a roar. No need to tell Frank to run. In a moment he was scudding down to first, while the left fielder was going back for the ball which had passed beyond his reach. Frank kept on for second. There was so much noise he could not hear the coachers, but he saw the fielder had not secured the ball. He made third, and the excited coacher sent him home with a furious gesture.

      Every man, woman and child was standing. It seemed as if every one was shouting and waving flags, hats, or handkerchiefs. It was a moment of such thrilling, nerve-tingling excitement as is seldom experienced. If Merriwell reached home Yale won; if he failed, the score was tied, for the man in advance had scored.

      The fielder had secured the ball, he drove it to the shortstop, and shortstop whirled and sent it whistling home. The catcher was ready to stop Merriwell.

      "Slide!"

      That word Frank heard above all the commotion. He did slide. Forward he scooted in a cloud of dust. The catcher got the ball and put it onto Frank—an instant too late!

      A sudden silence.

      "Safe home!" rang the voice of the umpire.

      Then another roar, louder, wilder, full of unbounded joy! The Yale cheer! The band drowned by all the uproar! The sight of sturdy lads in blue, delirious with delight, hugging a dust-covered youth, lifting him to their shoulders, and bearing him away in triumph. Merriwell had won his own game, and his record was made. It was a glorious finish!

      "Never saw anything better," declared Harry. "Frank, you are a wonder!"

      "He is that!" declared several others. "Old Yale can't get along without him."

      THE END.

      FRANK MERRIWELL'S RACES

       Table of Contents

       CHAPTER I. HORSE TALK.

       CHAPTER II. AN ADVENTURE ON THE ROAD.

       CHAPTER III. TEACHING A RASCAL A LESSON.

       CHAPTER IV. BIRDS OF A FEATHER.

       CHAPTER V. WHAT A HAIR CAN DO.

       CHAPTER VI. PRINCE AND THE EAVESDROPPER.

       CHAPTER VII. THE PLOT.

       CHAPTER VIII. TAKING CHANCES.

       CHAPTER IX. A STRONG ACCUSATION.

       CHAPTER X. A FIGHT AGAINST ODDS.

       CHAPTER XI. A MATTER OF SPECULATION.

       CHAPTER XII. THE CHALLENGE.

       CHAPTER XIII. THE WRESTLING MATCH.

       CHAPTER XIV. PLOTTING FUN.

       CHAPTER XV. THORNTON'S "MASH"

       CHAPTER XVI. ANOTHER CHALLENGE.

       CHAPTER XVII. PURE GRIT.

       CHAPTER XVIII. AFTER THE BOAT RACE.

       CHAPTER XIX. THE YALE SPIRIT.

       CHAPTER XX. SPURNING A BRIBE.

       CHAPTER XXI. ON THE SPECIAL TRAIN.

       CHAPTER XXII. THE FIGHT ON THE TRAIN.

       CHAPTER XXIII. SEEN AGAIN.

       CHAPTER XXIV. TWO WARNINGS.

       CHAPTER XXV. THE THEATRE PARTY.

       CHAPTER XXVI. TRAPPED.

       CHAPTER XXVII. AN EMISSARY FROM THE WEST.

       CHAPTER XXVIII. FRIENDS OR FOES.

       CHAPTER XXIX. TALK OF A TOUR.

       CHAPTER XXX. A HOT RUN.

       CHAPTER XXXI. AN INCENTIVE TO WIN.

       CHAPTER XXXII. THE RUN TO THE STATION.

       CHAPTER XXXIII. ENEMIES AT WORK.

       CHAPTER XXXIV. BASEBALL.

       CHAPTER XXXV. KIDNAPPED.

       CHAPTER XXXVI. THE TOURNAMENT.

       CHAPTER XXXVII. TO VICTORY—CONCLUSION.

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