“I’ll go on with him,” he said briskly to Anderson.
Walking up to Powers he said, “I am going to warn you, Powers, that I’ve wrestled before, so be on your guard. I don’t wish to take any unfair advantage of you.”
“Bluff,” sneered Powers, glaring at him.
MacNutt was apparently enjoying himself to the fullest extent. He was here, there, and all over, talking to each and every person as if he had known them all his life. Ambling up to Josephine, he whispered:
“Young feller’s got it all over the other guy,” pointing to Powers.
The girl nodded. She wasn’t sure if she liked this stranger or not, and just now, she was worried for fear the Easterner would get hurt.
The wrestlers were circling about each other looking for an opening. Suddenly they came together with Mason underneath. Powers tried several holds which he broke with ease. There were surprised remarks from the men, who had expected to see the Easterner crushed. The girl was staring with wide open eyes expecting every minute the life would be crushed from his body.
“Didn’t I tell you?” said a voice in her ear, and turning she beheld the stranger again.
“Oh,” she cried with a shudder. “Do you really think the young fellow has a chance?”
“Sure thing,” he answered in his high pitched voice. “The young lad is merely playing with him.”