It was a touchdown for Yale! Besides that, it was the most wonderful touchdown ever made on a football field. A mighty roar went up from the spectators when they realized what had happened. Never before had they witnessed anything like that. They knew the man who made the play had won fame. To-morrow his picture would be in every Boston and New York newspaper. Oh, how the Yale men shrieked, and screamed, and roared! They were like human beings gone mad. They were crazed with their admiration for the man who had done that trick. They longed to take him in their arms, to bear him on their shoulders, to do him every honor. Gloriously had Frank Merriwell won back his lost prestige! Let a man breathe a slur against him now and there would be a hundred ready to knock that man down. When the mass untangled Merriwell was seen lifted to his feet. He stood up, wavering a bit, supported by Forrest, who had an arm around Frank's body. Then Frank pushed Forrest off. Time was precious, and his soul was strong. Hasty preparations were made, and, for all of what he had just passed through, Merriwell kicked a goal. Three seconds later the game was over, and Yale had won. Then all Merriwell's admirers rushed upon the field to surround him, to fight for a look at him, and to roar their delight. "Rah for Yale!" "Three cheers for Frank Merriwell!" "They can't down Old Eli!" So the cries rang on. It was truly a scene never to be forgotten. But at that moment Frank did not think of the game. He was wondering what Inza would say. Would she forgive him for what he had done? "Oh, I hope she does," was his thought. "If she doesn't----" And he could think no further. CHAPTER XXXVII. INZA BEGINS TO UNDERSTAND. "How did the game come out?" asked Miss Abigail Gale, Inza's aunt, as the two girls returned to Paula's home, which was a handsome house in an aristocratic portion of the Back Bay. Miss Gale was knitting. For all of her luxurious surroundings, she was plainly dressed, and she was practicing economy by knitting herself some winter stockings. Reputed to be comfortably rich, Miss Gale was "close-handed" and thrifty. "Yale won, of course!" cried Inza, who had not recovered from her enthusiasm. "Oh, Aunt Abby, you should have seen it!" "No, no!" exclaimed the spinster, shaking her head. "You would have gone crazy over it!" "It's brutal. I have no sympathy with such brutal games. I didn't want to see it, and I stayed away." "But it was such a splendid spectacle. Twenty-two young gladiators, clad in the armor of the football field, flinging themselves upon each other, struggling like Trojans, swaying, straining, striving, going down all together, getting up, and---- "Land!" cried Miss Abigail, holding up both hands. "It must have been awful! It makes my blood run cold! Don't tell me any more!"