All the Yale athletes had made a good showing, and there was no blame to be cast upon anybody for losing, with the possible exception of the unhappy Mellor, but there proved to be good men in the other colleges, and one by one events were decided with a first place now to Cornell, now to Harvard, now to Princeton, and so also to Yale. The longer the evening grew the closer the contest seemed, and at half-past ten, when nearly all the events had been decided, it was still a matter of doubt as to which college would carry away the trophy. The tug of war between Princeton and Yale was set last on the programme, not because it was thought that it would settle everything, but because it was the event that created the most general interest. A good many unfinished bouts in other sports were being rapidly worked off. As it drew near to eleven o'clock Harvard and Cornell gradually lost their grip upon their chance for first place, and at last, when it was time for the great tug, it proved that Princeton and Yale scored exactly the same number of points. Therefore the result of the tug would decide whether Yale or Princeton should carry away the tournament trophy. The thing could not have gone better for the spectators at large, but it made the students representing the two leading colleges excited and nervous. The moment the last unfinished bout was decided, Frank hurried to the dressing-room, followed by the other members of the team and the managers. He halted at the door with a great start of fear. Bruce lay across the threshold, his right wrist in his left hand, and glaring across the room savagely, while his jaws were shut hard together. "For Heaven's sake, Bruce! what's the matter?" asked Frank. "I've sprained my wrist," he muttered, "and by the feeling I guess I've sprained my ankle, too!" "How did it happen?" "A dirty trick, Frank, and the scoundrel who did it is somewhere in the room. I managed to get here at the door so as to grab him if he should run out, and also to prevent you from taking the same fall I did." The other members of the team and the managers were now at the spot. "Be careful when you go in," said Bruce. "The floor has been soaped or greased just in front of those lockers there, and it won't do for any one else to get such a fall as I've had." CHAPTER XV. OFF THE CLEATS. "Did you say the fellow was still in the room?" asked Frank, in a low voice. "Yes, I was sitting near the door with my head down when I heard a rustling noise back of me. I supposed I was all alone, and turned about to see who had come in. I caught sight of a fellow dodging behind that middle row of lockers." "Who was he?"