Part 8 (2/2)

Come on and try it again. I can throw you as easy as tumbling off a log.”

”Wait a minute,” said Jonas; ”pay your bets, and then we'll talk.”

The man pulled out his wallet, paid his bets, and said, ”Now, come on, and I'll show you what wrestling is.”

”Wait a bit,” said Jonas; ”don't hurry! You talk big. But you must first prove that you are a wrestler. There's a likely lad here, and if you wrestle him, and show that you can wrestle, you can take an hour's time to get fresh, and I'll try you again.”

The man bl.u.s.tered; but Jonas turned away, and coming to me, said: ”Now, Ben, I want you to show these people what there is in you. You can throw him if you only make up your mind to it. You are very strong in the arms, and if I were you, I'd give him a grip at first just to show him your strength, and to put a little fear into him.”

[Sidenote: A LIKELY LAD]

Father stepped up, and said: ”Jonas, what are you up to? Ben can never wrestle that man.”

”Neighbour Comee! You don't know what Ben can do at wrestling, and I do.

And faith! I have a suspicion he's the best wrestler in the county.”

Then Jonas led me to the man. ”This is the lad.”

”Lad! Why, he's as big as you be. How old are you?”

”Twenty, sir.”

”Well, come on.”

We caught hold of each other, and I gave him a grip that made him gasp.

We broke away, and he looked at me, panting, and said:

”What be ye, anyhow? You've got a hug like a black bear.”

”Oh, that's nothing. That's just a little love squeeze to show you how much I like you.”

”Well, come on again; I'll show you what wrestling is.”

He was not so strong as I, and I hustled him round in a lively way; but he knew a good deal about wrestling, and kept his feet well. We struggled for a while, and I squeezed him and shook him up, and then tried Jonas's pet throw. He went to the ground like a log, and lay there stunned.

I was scared at first, for I thought I had killed him, but Jonas said: ”He's all right, Ben. Just stand back, boys, and give him a little air.”

He came to in a short time, sat up, and after looking about him got up and said: ”A likely lad! I should say so. A kind of mixture of bear, wildcat, and greased lightning. I must get out of this town quick, or you'll be setting some child at me, and I don't know what would happen.”

He jammed his hat on his head, took his coat and waistcoat under his arm, and hurried away.

Of course, I got great credit and praise, for no one but Jonas knew that I was a first-cla.s.s wrestler; and the men all felt proud to have another man in the town almost as good at it as Jonas.

[Sidenote: BEN WARNED AGAINST FALSE PRIDE]

Amos and Davy had been staring at me, open-mouthed. Both of them came up and shook hands with me in a most respectful manner. Father took me by the arm and walked home with me, giving me a lecture all the way on the vanity of foolish games and warning me to beware of a false pride in my strength.

But when I had taken the basin, and was was.h.i.+ng my face and hands by the back door, I could hear him telling mother about it, as jubilant as one of those old Hebrews over the fall of his enemies.

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