"Fall for the Sophomore," announced the referee, slapping the victor on the shoulder. Sophomore yells rent the air.
"A tie, a tie! Now bury the Freshman this time. Go to it."
Again the seconds ministered to their men, and after a two-minutes' rest the boys went at it, but the Codfish, who was not noted for his physical prowess, went down after a brief tussle, and the lightweight event was awarded to the Sophomores amid yells by that class which echoed back from the buildings of the quadrangle. Gleason struggled into his clothes, and ducked through the living wall as fast as he could go, while the calls for the middleweight wrestlers were being yelled by the marshals.
A husky young Sophomore quickly responded, but again the Freshmen were slow with their man.
The big football captain, who had been in conference with some of his aides, walked across the ring.
"You red-head, there," pointing to Turner, "come out here and defend the honor of your class. The Freshman who just wrestled says you're a good one."
Frank and Jimmy looked at each other.
"So that's the game the Codfish put up on me," said Jimmy. "Wait till I get at him. I'll dirty his clothes worse than they are now."
"Come on, Freshman," said the Captain peremptorily.
"I can't wrestle," said Jimmy.