This time Whirling Bear was fiercer than before. The muscles stood out on his bare limbs and back, while the cords of his neck were drawn taut and there were knots in his forehead. The look on his face was not pleasant to see. He looked as if he longed to murder the Irish lad.
Frank was watching every movement closely. He was well pleased with Barney’s success, but it seemed that the Indian had been taken by surprise, and it was doubtful if the Irish boy could repeat the trick.
Barney tried the backheel trip, and his failure to throw Whirling Bear nearly resulted in his own downfall.
Next Barney attempted the hip stroke, but that was another failure, and Whirling Bear now seemed like a cat on his feet.
All the while Barney was forced to look out for various trips and heaves which the Indian attempted in rapid succession.
Some one offered to bet Carver even that the Indian took the second fall, and the sport shook his head.
“I knew the Irishman was going to surprise him at the start,” he said. “Now he is out for blood. I’ll go something he takes this fall.”
All at once, in some astonishing manner, the Indian got under Barney and raised him into the air directly across his back.
Then Whirling Bear lifted Barney above his head to hurl him to the ground!