“Very well; I prefer fists, but I’ll wrestle.”
“Fus' holt!" shouted Jethro, his face lighting up with a grin at the advantage thus gained by his promptness.
“Suit yourself,” calmly replied the other.
Both were right-handed. Jethro because of his call secured the choice as to which side he should take, when they made ready for the struggle. Naturally, he placed himself on the left of his antagonist, and slipped the right arm behind his neck, with the hand over the farther shoulder. The white youth assumed a reverse position, making his left arm take the place of the other’s right.
Thus the right hand of the white youth and the left hand of the African were free. The two loosely gripped hands in front, for be it remembered the method described was the old fashioned way of wrestling, and is still popular in many parts of the country.
Alden Payne’s anger was wafted aside by the new turn of matters, and the eyes of all were fixed upon the couple. Alden took upon himself the duty of umpire.
“Are you ready, Tony?” he called.
“Ready,” was the reply.
“Ready, Jeth?”
