Then Glaze held up his hand for silence and began to speak.
"I want to congratulate my opponent on his stout defence, and say 'e's the hardest man I ever met in a wrastling match."
There was a roar of cheers, and then when silence came, he continued:
"Men, you knaw the decision is just as to points. My opponent could not thraw me, as 'ee have seen, and I couldn't thraw 'im. Now, I'm getting old for the ring, and am about going to quit wrastling. This is my last battle. I 'ave only waited until I could find the man I couldn't thraw, and now I've found un, I give to him the championship and all the honours of the position. What do 'ee say? Is it right?"
There was silence for a moment, and then, after the import of Glaze's generous offer became more fully understood, there was a resounding cheer that went up again and again. The people knew that, next to Glaze, there was none more capable or worthy of defending the championship of Cornwall than the young Lizard giant.
"Do ye know, lad, who the young Lizard chap was?" asked the Major of Ande,—but Ande was gone. Both wrestlers had been taken up on the shoulders of the crowd and carried, with various shoutings, to the Angel Inn. Ande followed, pushing and shoving his way through the crowd. When he entered the Inn, he shouted, "Where's the champion?"
"He's up in his room, changing his clothes," said the landlord.
Ande pushed his way up the stairs and opened the door of the room indicated.
"Dick, Dick, Dick, old fellow!"
"Ande,—why bless——"