Fred forced a scornful laugh.
"A very fine speech!" he cried. "I assure you, Merriwell, you shall have the opportunity to square matters. I could wish something somewhat more busi
nesslike than a mere wrestling match, but that may come later—if you have as much nerve as you wish persons to think you possess. To begin with, I'll show you that I spoke the truth when I said you know nothing of the art of wrestling. I am satisfied to have Hugh Heffiner for judge and referee."
Merriwell had chosen Heffiner because he knew Hugh was a square man, and they were not at all chummy, so he could not be accused of having selected a person who would favor him. Heffiner was in the gymnasium, and had been attracted by the struggle between Merriwell and Diamond, so he had overheard all that passed between Frank and Fred.
Diamond was standing at one side, his arms folded, a look of satisfaction on his face. For all of Flemming's reputation as a wrestler, Diamond felt sure that Merriwell was making no false moves. He knew Frank too well to think he would deliberately challenge his enemy to wrestle without feeling certain of his own ability to accomplish his defeat.
Flemming was eager for the struggle, while Merriwell was calm and deliberate in his movements. Flem
ming's friends gathered about him, giving him advice.
Then Frank was not a little astonished to find Tad Horner at his side, and heard the little junior say:
"Look here, Merriwell, I want you to understand that I am not your enemy, although appearances may be against me."
"You were one of the Flemming gang at Jackson's."