The two, equally matched in skill, went tumbling and whirling over the matted sod, twisting and flopping, until by a sudden hold Robinson caught his adversary in a half nelson and for the brief part of a second had the two shoulders touching the ground. The second round likewise went to the freshman, who was triumphant after a struggle of twenty minutes.
"Middleweights!"
"Candidate from the sophomore class!"
"Candidate from the freshman!"
"Fisher!"
"Denny Fisher!"
The sophomore stepped forth, tall, angular, well knit. Among the freshmen a division of opinion arose:
"Say, Andover, who've you got?"
"Any one from Hotchkiss?"
"What's the matter with French?"