ready,
we shall go out. I will wrestle with you, and you shall throw me. We'll
be near Flemming at the time. That will give him an opportunity to pass
some remarks, if he so desires. If he does so, you may be sure I will
lose no time in picking them up. I am tired of fighting, and I hope to
finish this chap in another way."

"If you finish him by wrestling with him, I shall consider it a marvel.
I am afraid you have misjudged your man, Merry; he'll not be finished so
easily."

"We shall see. Are you ready? Then come on."

They left the dressing-room, Frank in advance. As they came out they
were regarded with some interest by the knot of sophomores, who were
still talking of the surprising change that had been made on the crew.

As he passed the lads, Frank called pleasantly to them, and they greeted
him in return, and the manner in which this was done would have betrayed
to a keen-eyed stranger that Merriwell was something more than an
ordinary man at college.

Frank's keen eyes detected Flemming at the ladders.

"That is first rate," he muttered. "The turf is nearby."

A few moments later Frank was engaged in casting the shot near where
Fred Flemming was exercising on the ladders.

At about the time Frank fancied Flemming would finish, Frank gave Jack
the signal, and they were soon struggling in what seemed to be a
good-natured wrestling match.

Diamond was really supple and catlike on his feet, and he possessed more
than common strength; but he was not Frank Merriwell's match, for,
besides being a natural athlete, Frank had developed himself in every
way, so that he was really a wonder for a youth of his years.

The struggle between Frank and Jack quickly attracted a number of
spectators to the spot, and Merriwell was well pleased to see Flemming
come down from the ladders and approach, accompanied by Tom Thornton.

It seemed that the battle between the wrestling lads became fiercer and
fiercer, but at last Jack secured a sudden advantage, and Merriwell went
down heavily.

"Bah!" Fred Flemming was heard to say. "Those fellows remind me of two
awkward cubs. Neither knows the rudiments of scientific wrestling."

One leap brought Frank Merriwell to his feet, another leap carried him
before Flemming, who was turning away.

"Wait a moment, sir," said Frank, his voice cold, clear and distinct. "I
believe you consider yourself something of a wrestler, Flemming?"

Merriwell had appeared before him so suddenl