pitted himself again sophomore, and a score of wrestling matches were in
progress.
Merriwell and Browning had clinched at the outset, but it was a long
time before they could do anything but cling to each other. When they
did have an opportunity another soph, a scout, spoiled the match by
making a low tackle on Frank and flinging him to the ground. Browning
came down heavily on the leader of the freshmen, but he immediately
jumped up, crying:
"That was not a square deal. Let's have it over."
But the breath had been knocked out of Frank with the force of the fall,
and he fell back twice as he struggled to arise.
"Are you hurt?" asked Browning.
"No," panted Frank, who could dimly see his opponent through a thick
haze which seemed to hang before his eyes.
"Then why don't you get up?"
"I--I'm going to."
Setting his teeth, he did so, but Rattleton caught Browning by the
collar and flung him aside as the big soph sprang at Frank.
"You are hurt, old man!" insisted Harry. "I saw the fellow when he
tripped you. It wasn't a fair thing. You are in no condition to meet
Browning now. Wait till you get your wind."
"I must meet him!" cried Frank. "He'll say he did me up if I do not."
"Then he'll lie. It's all right. You do as I say."
Frank tried to resist, but Rattleton dragged him aside, being able to do
so because Browning found himself occupied by a little freshman who
stuffily blocked his way, declaring that Merriwell should have a show.
Frank was more than disgusted by the result of the affair. He felt that
he must have it out with Browning then and there, and he made desperate
attempts to break from Harry. Ordinarily he would have succeeded with
the greatest ease, but the fall had robbed him of his strength.
Then came the knowledge that the freshmen had been repulsed. The
sophomores were cheering wildly, and the unfortunate freshmen were
downcast.
"They've held us out," muttered Harry, bitterly. "It begins to look as
if we'll have to climb over the fence if we get inside."
"What's that?" cried Frank, bracing up a little. "Climb the fence? Not
much!"
"Then how'll we get in? Will you tell me that?"
"We'll find a way."
"Wind a fay!" spluttered Harry excitedly. "It's easy enough to say that,
but I don't believe we can do it."
"Oh, freshies! oh, you poor freshies!" tauntingly cried the victors.
"Don't you wish you could? But you can't do it, you know!"
"That remains to be seen," muttere
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