The next item on the programme was a novel race between trained storks. Then came a creeping match between a score of native youngsters, and so the morning passed with jugglery and racing and many sports of the ancient island kingdom.
At noon tiffin was served to the club and its guests in a large pavilion placed in the center of the grounds. The ceremonies recommenced at two o'clock with a running match between a dozen trained athletes. Of all the spectators, probably the happiest was Grant Manning.
Deprived of participation in the various sports by his deformity, he seemed to take a greater interest from that very fact. He clapped his hands and shouted with glee at every point, and was the first to congratulate the winners as they left the track.
The time for the great event of the day finally arrived. At three the master of ceremonies, clad in kamishimo, or ancient garb, mounted his stand and announced in stentorian tones:
"The next event on the programme will be a contest in wrestling between six gentlemen of this city. Those persons whose names are listed with the secretary will report in the dressing-tent."
"That calls me," cried Nattie, gayly. "Boys, bring out your rabbits' feet and your lucky coins."
"You don't know the name of your antagonist?" asked Mori.
"No; nor will I until we enter the ring. Small matter. I feel in fine trim, and I intend to do the best I can. So long."
"Luck with you, Nattie," called out all within hearing, casting admiring glances after the handsome, athletic lad.