"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.