Father stepped up, and said: "Jonas, what are you up to? Ben can never wrestle that man."
"Neighbour Comee! You don't know what Ben can do at wrestling, and I do. And faith! I have a suspicion he's the best wrestler in the county."
Then Jonas led me to the man. "This is the lad."
"Lad! Why, he's as big as you be. How old are you?"
"Twenty, sir."
"Well, come on."
We caught hold of each other, and I gave him a grip that made him gasp. We broke away, and he looked at me, panting, and said:
"What be ye, anyhow? You've got a hug like a black bear."
"Oh, that's nothing. That's just a little love squeeze to show you how much I like you."
"Well, come on again; I'll show you what wrestling is."