The suggestion was adopted at once, and the three went down to the Turkish baths. The assistants who had been feed to look after Mellor said that the student was asleep on a couch.
Frank and the others went to the sleeping room and stood by the couch looking at Mellor in silence for a full minute.
As he had been very carefully rubbed and thoroughly steamed the night before, and as he had been sleeping for many hours, he looked now quite as well as usual.
The three managers looked at each other and nodded. They understood each other; it was better that Mellor should be allowed to appear in the wrestling match that night, even though he was almost surely doomed to defeat.
They were about to withdraw when the wrestler opened his eyes.
"Hello, boys," he said, suddenly, and he sat up.
"How are you feeling?" asked Merriwell.
"Bully!" replied Mellor, with emphasis. Then his face flushed and he looked down at the floor.
"I guess you remember what has happened," remarked Hill, contemptuously.
"Yes, I do," responded Mellor.