Right up to the net dashed Whisper. He fancied he would make a goal without trouble; but Hodge was there again. The ball fell in front of the net not ten feet away. An instant later there was a general mix-up of the players of both sides, all scrambling for the ball. Hodge himself secured it, detecting the opportunity and leaving the net to do so. He could not carry it far, but he sent it up the field to Merry. Merriwell caught the ball handsomely and was off like a deer. Mowry tried to close in on him, but Frank actually ran right round the Hopkins man, holding his stick so the ball could not be knocked out of it. He found Kellogg ready for him. Apparently, Kellogg would force him to make a pass. In some manner, Frank turned aside and went round Kellogg. Lowe missed him by yards. Fillmore saw his opening. He was swift on his feet, and he did not believe any one could carry a ball round him as Frank had carried it round Mowry and Kellogg. He came in to stop the captain of the opposing team. Apparently, Frank was intending to dodge to the left, although he made a bluff of bearing to the right. Fillmore smiled a bit to think the man should fancy he could be deceived in such a manner. Then Merry turned quickly to the left; he leaped to check him. But, to his dismay, the turn was only a feint on Merry’s part, for he shifted and went leaping to the right, passing round the captain of the local team with the same ease that he had passed the others. He was now in position to try for goal, and he sent the ball whizzing into the upper left-hand corner of the net. “Goal!” was the cry that went up. The Yale and Harvard men on the bleachers united in a cheer for Merriwell. Fred Fillmore was astonished and enraged. He realized that Frank had made a sorry spectacle of him at a time when he had hoped it would be the other way. He knew two girls in the stand were rejoicing, and he ground his fine, white teeth together in impotent rage. “Next time I’ll break his head with my stick rather than let him dodge me that way!” he muttered. Almost instantly he decided that it would not do to attempt such a thing in the open. It might be done in a scrimmage or general mix-up, but to do it in the open would be to invite criticism and to run the risk of being put out of the game by the referee. “Well, this is not wholly one-sided!” shouted a Yale man on the bleachers. “Not while Frank Merriwell is in the game,” cried another. The eyes of Inza Burrage were glowing and she could scarcely keep from cheering herself. “Didn’t I tell you, Elsie!” she cried. “I knew what would happen! Both Frank and Bart are playing splendidly. Bart kept Hopkins from scoring that time, and then Frank made a goal for his own side.” Elsie had brightened up, but she was quivering, while the color came and went in her cheeks. “It’s awfully exciting!” she murmured. “I didn’t think it would be so exciting!”