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a blow in one of his eyes that was causing it to swell in a way that threatened to close it entirely.

      The spectators were greatly excited, and not a few of them declared it was the most gamey fight they had ever witnessed.

      The front of Diamond's shirt was stained with blood, and he presented a sorry aspect. His chest was heaving, but his uninjured eye glared with unabated fury and determination.

      "Will he never give up?" muttered Harry Rattleton. "He's a regular hog! The fellow doesn't know when he has enough."

      It was true Southern grit. It was the unyielding Southern spirit—the spirit that led the soldiers of the South to make one of the pluckiest struggles known in history.

      While the fellow's grit had won Frank's admiration, still Merriwell had learned that it would not do to let up. The only way out of the fight was to end it, and he set about trying to accomplish that with as little delay as possible.

      Once Diamond succeeded in getting in another blow, and it left a slight swelling over one of the other lad's eyes.

      But Merriwell did not seem to know that he had been hit. He soon cracked the Virginian upon the uninjured eye, and that began to swell. In a few seconds it seemed that Diamond must soon go blind.

      "Finish him, old man—finish him!" urged Harry.

      Frank was looking for the chance, but it was some time before he found it. It came at last, and his left landed on the jaw beneath Diamond's ear.

      Over went the Southerner, and he lay like a log where he fell.

      At a glance, it was evident to all that he was knocked out.

      The boys crowded around Merriwell, eager to congratulate him, but he thrust them back, saying:

      "It's the first time in my life I ever did a thing of which I was ashamed! Look after him. I'm all right."

      "Say!" exploded Harry Rattleton, "you make me sick! Didn't you have to do it?"

      "I suppose so."

      "Didn't he strike you foul twice?"

      "He knows nothing of rules, and we were fighting by no rules, so there could be no foul."

      "Oh, no! If he'd soaked you with a brick you'd said it was all right! I say, you make me sick! Wait till he gets a good chance to do you, and see how quick he will take it."

      "He'll not be to blame if he tries to get square."

      "Oh, go hoke your sed—I mean soak your head! I'll catch you some time when you are asleep and try to pound a little sense into you."

      "Well, take care of Diamond," ordered Merriwell. "That last one I gave him was a beastly thump."

      "Let the other fellows take care of him," said Harry. "We'll rub you down. You need it. Got any towels, Mr. Horner?"

      "Guess we can find one or two," cheerfully answered Tad. "Come on, Merriwell. We'll fix you up."

      Frank followed them into the room where the captured freshmen had been confined, and there they found running water, an old iron sink, a tin wash basin, and some towels.

      The visitor was stripped and given a brisk and thorough rubbing and sponging by Harry and Tad.

      Bruce Browning, with his mask still over his face, came loafing in and looked the stripped freshman over with a critical eye. He inspected Frank from all sides, poked him with his fingers, felt of his arms and legs, surveyed the muscles of his back and chest, and then stood off and took him all in at a glance.

      "Humph!" he grunted.

      Frank's delicate pink skin glowed, and he looked a perfect Apollo, with a splendid head poised upon a white, shapely neck. Never had he looked handsomer in all his life than he did at that moment, stripped to the buff, his brown hair frowsled, his body glowing from the rubbing.

      "By Jove!" cried Tad Horner, who was sometimes called Baby, "he's a Jim Hickey—eh, old man?"

      The interrogation was directed at Browning.

      "Humph!" grunted Bruce, and then with his hands in his pockets he loafed out of the room.

      Afterward it was reported that Browning said the freshman was the finest-put-up chap he had ever seen, but he didn't want to give him the swelled head by telling him so.

      By the time Merriwell was well rubbed down one of the freshmen came in and reported that Diamond had come around all right.

      "They're going to bring him in here and give him a rubbing," said the freshman.

      Frank hastened to get into his clothes, in order that Diamond might have a chance. Rattleton had brushed the dirt and sawdust off those clothes, so they looked pretty well, and Merriwell showed no traces of what he had passed through when he stepped out of the little room.

      Some of the boys were trying to induce Diamond to be rubbed down, but he objected, declaring he was going directly to his room. The blood had been washed from his face, and one or two cuts had been patched up with court-plaster, but his eyes were nearly closed, and he presented a pitiful appearance.

      Frank hesitated a moment, and then he stepped up to his foe, saying in a manner most sincere:

      "Old man, I am sorry this affair took place. I had the advantage, because I have taken boxing lessons, but you made a beautiful fight. I hold no hard feelings. Let's call it quits and shake."

      He held out his hand.

      Diamond's reply was to turn his back squarely on the proffered hand.

      An additional flush arose to Merriwell's cheeks, and he dropped his hand by his side, turning away without another word.

      A few moments later Diamond left the building, accompanied by a single companion, and that companion was not Roland Ditson.

      Ditson remained behind, and he was among those who crowded about Frank Merriwell and offered congratulations.

      "I was Diamond's second," said Roll, "but I am satisfied that the best man won. He is no match for you, Merriwell. I shouldn't have been his second, only he urged me to. I was glad to see you do him up."

      He got hold of Frank's hand and held on, but received no friendly pressure in return. When he said he was glad that Merriwell did Diamond up Frank looked incredulous.

      "As for me," said the victor, "I was sorry to have to do him up."

      Somewhere about the place Rattleton had found an old floral decoration representing a harp. He brought it forward and presented it to Frank.

      "Take it," he said. "You'll need it pretty soon. Your wings must be sprouting already!"

      "What is it?" asked Frank.

      "Why, can't you see? It's a harp."

      "It looks to me like a blasted lyre," said Merriwell. "You'd better give it to Ditson."

      Then everybody but Ditson laughed.

      CHAPTER VI.

       A FRESH COUNCIL.

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      Diamond was in a wretched condition. Hunk Collins, his roommate, procured two slices of fresh beefsteak, and the Virginian had them bound over his eyes, while his face was bathed with soothing and healing lotions; but nothing could soothe his bruised and battered spirit, and Collins said he was kept awake all night by hearing Diamond grind his teeth at irregular intervals.

      Even when he slept near morning the Southerner continued to grind his strong white teeth.

      Collins was dropping off to sleep from sheer weariness when he awoke to find his roommate astride him and clutching him by the throat.

      "This time I'll fix you!" mumbled Diamond, thickly. "I'll kill you, Merriwell—I'll kill you!"

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