Frank advanced to the proper position, exactly the right blade of grass. There he poised himself. Cross fiddled with the ball between his legs. The suspense became intense. Suddenly the ball was snapped and passed back. Punk--Frank kicked it. Away it sailed. He did it before those Harvard tigers could down him. It was a glorious kick. Through the goal posts and over the bar it sailed. Then the Yale yell was heard. But the game was not over. Harvard had secured a touchdown and a goal. Yale had secured a goal. It seemed that she had feared utter defeat, else she would have fought for the touchdown. The Harvard crowd remained confident. They crowed, for they said Yale had displayed her own lack of confidence by kicking a goal from the field. The time was growing short, and there seemed little chance for Yale to do anything more. Harvard men laughed and said Harvard would obtain another touchdown and goal before the end. Little time was lost in putting the ball into play again. Harvard immediately started out with rushes. Now, to the astonishment of all, Yale was the stone wall. Soon the ball went to Yale. Mills took it around Harvard's end for fifteen yards. Powell bucked the center with it and gained some ground. Harvard men began to get anxious. Things had changed since the first half. Harvard was on the defensive now. What had caused the change no one could tell. Back and still back the Harvard line was forced. Would Yale try to secure another goal from the field? That was the question. Paula Benjamin was almost crying. "It's Frank Merriwell!" she said. "Jack said he would hoodoo Harvard, and he has!" "It is Frank!" thought Inza. "He has put life into the Yale men. He has given them confidence somehow. He must win now--he will!" The ball was getting dangerously near Harvard's line. The Cambridge men fought to hold it during the last few minutes of the game. Then, with a sudden movement, a man was sent through Harvard's center, although an around-the-end play had been anticipated. It was a tricky move, and took Harvard by surprise. Like a shot that man went through Harvard's line. He ran with wonderful speed, with interferers on either side and a bit in advance. It was Frank making a last desperate effort for a touchdown! One by one the interferers were flung aside till he was alone, hugging the ball, running as if for his life. Three men came down on him while he had fifteen yards to go. They flung themselves on him like famished wolves. They thought to crush him to the ground. Then ten thousand people gasped with astonishment, scarcely able to believe what they saw. It did not seem that Merriwell slackened speed much, and he still went forward, carrying those three men on his back and shoulders. They tried to drag him down, and others tried to reach him. They could not break him to the ground, and, with them all on his back he carried the ball over the line. Then he fell, and the ball was beneath him.