This time it was not Flemming's intention to throw Merriwell too suddenly. He wanted a little time to wrench Frank's back, and then he would cast his foe writhing and helpless at his feet.
Tom Thornton saw that Fred had obtained the hold he sought, and he mentally exclaimed:
"This time there will be no blunder!"
Jack Diamond no longer smiled. He saw that Flemming had obtained what seemed to be a great advantage, and his face was filled with concern.
"It was careless of Merriwell to give the fellow such
a hold!" thought Jack. "Flemming is sure to be the victor this time!"
There was a look of intense satisfaction on Fred Flemming's face as he made firm his clasp about Merriwell's back.
And then, just as Flemming was ready to give a bear-like hug, something happened.
Frank's right arm was bent so that his forearm came directly under Fred's chin, while his left arm was clasped across Fred's shoulders behind his back.
Merriwell gave a sudden surge, drawing Flemming close with his left arm, and thrusting back the fellow's head by pressing his right arm under his enemy's chin.