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 suddenly that Fred started back involuntarily. Then, angry with himself at the recoil, his lips curled scornfully, and he surveyed the other lad in the most haughty and insolent manner.
"Get out of my way!" he cried, harshly. "I will not be bothered by you!"
The same old smile—the smile that was so dangerous—crept over Merriwell's face.