"This time it is catch as you can," said Yale's famous pitcher. "Any kind of a hold is fair. Is that understood?"
"It is," nodded Merriwell.
"Certainly," bowed Flemming, giving Frank a scornful look.
"Very well, gentlemen. Prepare to clinch. Ready—go!"
CHAPTER XIV.
PLOTTING FUN.
Like a panther Merriwell sprang forward, but he halted quite as suddenly and stood erect, careless and disdainful.
Flemming came forward in a crouching posture. He believed he saw his opportunity, and, with a gasp of satisfaction, he darted in and caught the lad he hated about the body.