There were some murmurs of disapproval at Frank's action, but the expressions of astonishment and admiration for his display of strength drowned all other sounds. Yates turned and looked at Frank, but he seemed unable to express his feelings by means of words. Jack Diamond was flushed with rage. "It would have served the fellow right if Merriwell had dropped him off!" declared the hot-blooded Southerner. Andy Emery was near at hand, but he had been unable to give Yates any assistance when the latter was grasped by Frank. "Good heavens!" he kept repeating, as he stared at Frank Merriwell in a manner that showed his unutterable amazement. It was plain that such a display of strength had been a revelation to him, and from that time Emery was bound to regard Merriwell with renewed respect. "Mr. Yates," said Frank, quietly, "this is no place to settle any quarrel that has arisen between us; but I wish to say before witnesses that I consider you entirely in the wrong, and certainly you owe me an apology. You may not think so now, but I believe you will think so in time." That was all. He returned to his seat and sat down. Yates seemed to hesitate, and then turned away, accompanied by Emery. Flemming had kept himself in the background during the entire affair. When the train reached Springfield Yates was in no condition to go to the ball ground. He had taken too much whiskey to carry, and his pretended friends, Flemming and Emery, were forced to get him out of sight as soon as possible. "That ought to be a settler for him," said Diamond. "A fellow who is in training for a race can't afford to get loaded." Yale men had heavily backed their own club to win, and it seemed that the majority of the Harvard crew was trying to put money on the blue. It was expected by Harvard that Merriwell would pitch the deciding game, for the actual condition of his hand had been kept a secret, and Harvard feared Merriwell. To himself Frank confessed that he could pitch the game, as his hand was in fairly good condition, but such improvement had not been expected, and it had been arranged that he should do no "twirling." Besides that, it was Heffiner's last game for Yale, and, taking into consideration the record he had made, it seemed no more than right that he should be placed in the box. The usual crowd had gathered to witness the game, and there was the usual display of flags. Yale was over-confident; Harvard was hopeful, but filled with fears. The game began, and for three innings Yale had the advantage. The "sons of Old Eli" were jubilant, and they made the air ring with their cheers and songs. At the end of the third inning it was seen that Harvard must make a change if it had any hope of winning. Yedding, the great Cambridge pitcher, was "rocky." He could not find the plate, and he was "hammered" when he did "get 'em over."