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"Sit down, fellows, and take a load off your feet," he said, as Bert and d.i.c.k came up, "what's the good word this afternoon?"

"Oh, there's nothing particular doing," replied Bert, as he took his seat on the edge of the rail, balancing back and forth with the motion of the ship at imminent risk of being spilled into the ocean, "it seems like the calm preceding the storm."

"By storm meaning to-night, I suppose," said Drake smiling, "but I'm not worrying about it, so why should you?"

"Well, I suppose we don't need to, in that case," replied Bert. "I'm glad you feel so sure about it, though. Do you feel in good shape?"

"Never better in my life," replied Drake, with a tremendous yawn. "I'm just debating in my mind whether to kill this audacious seaman or just put him on the sick list for a week or two."

"Gee, you just about hate yourself, don't you Drake?" asked Bert, and they all laughed.

"Just the same you want to be watching all the time," said Bert, "the way this fellow is used to wrestling, everything goes, and you want to look out for fouls. That's the thing that's worrying me."

"Never fear," replied Drake, "I used to take lessons from a man who knew the game backward, fair tricks and foul. He taught me a lot while I was with him, and I guess I'll know what to expect. And fore-warned is fore-armed, you know."

"Well, that was all I was afraid of," said Bert. "I haven't a doubt in the world that you are more than a match for him when it comes to straight wrestling. I'm not so awfully flabby myself, but I know you always manage to put me down."

"Oh, that's just because it's out of your line," replied Drake, "mere brute strength doesn't count so very much in wrestling. It's like boxing, or baseball, or anything else; it's head work that is the deciding factor."

"All right, old sock, get to it then," said Bert, "don't be afraid to eat plenty of beef steak for supper to-night. That's the stuff will pull you through."

"Right you are!" returned Drake. "I'll be all right, all-right. There'll be nothing to it, take it from me."

"Well, that's what we like to hear," said Bert, rea.s.sured as he and d.i.c.k strolled away. They could talk of little else the rest of the afternoon, and became more and more excited as the appointed time drew near. At supper their usual appet.i.tes were not in evidence, and for the first time since they left port they failed to give the excellent meal the attention it deserved.

Supper despatched, they hunted up Drake, and together with Tom talked with him until it was close to eight o'clock. Then they walked forward, and descended to the seamen's quarters. At intervals other athletes, who had been 'let in' on the secret, kept dropping in, until a goodly company had arrived.

"Well, ye're on toime, Oi see," remarked Donahue, "and how do ye feel, youngster?" addressing Drake. "Are ye ready to have yer back broke?"

"About the same as you are, I guess," replied Drake, nonchalantly, and his companions grinned. It was evident that their candidate was without fear, at any rate.

The preliminaries were soon arranged, and Drake and the sailor faced each other at opposite extremities of a cleared s.p.a.ce perhaps twenty feet square. Bert had been selected to act as second for Drake, and a big Swede, Olsen by name, had been nominated as Donahue's second. Both Drake and the sailor were dressed in gray flannel shirts and short athletic trunks, and under this thin covering their splendid physical development could be plainly seen.

Donahue's muscles were knotted and bunched, while Drake's lay flatter and were much less prominent. To the untrained eye the sailor seemed much the stronger of the two, but Bert knew better. Otherwise they were much the same height and weight, and there seemed little to choose between them.

The referee gave the starting signal, and Drake and the seaman approached each other warily, each stepping lightly as a cat. In spite of their boasting before the contest, each man realized that he would have all he could do to win, and they were careful accordingly. At first they circled agilely round and round, each seeking for a favorable opening. Suddenly Drake sprang in, but before he could secure the hold he wanted, the nimble sailor had leaped aside, and for a few seconds they stood looking at each other. Then the wary circling began again, but this time it was Donahue who rushed in. He was more fortunate than Drake, and secured a hold. Drake also got a good grip on him, however, and for a moment they stood quiet, gathering their strength for the real struggle. Then with a sudden giant heave Donahue sought to lift his adversary off his feet, but Drake was as supple as a snake, and with a convulsive movement tore himself out of the sailor's grasp and sprang free. Donahue was after him in a trice, and again they grappled, but this time it was Drake who got the better hold. With a heave and a lunge he lifted his giant opponent entirely clear of the floor, and sent him crashing down on his side. He followed up his advantage like a flash, but in spite of his great bulk the sailor was very quick, and had recovered somewhat, so that, try as he might, Drake was unable to put him on his back. Finally he was forced to give up the attempt, and the seaman sprang to his feet. They were about to engage again when the referee stepped in and declared a short time for rest. Both men were panting heavily, and were evidently in need of it.

They retired to their respective sides of the square, and Bert anxiously asked Drake if he felt all right. "Sure thing," responded the latter, "give me a minute to get my wind and I'll be as strong as ever. That fellow is a mighty husky brute, though. I've certainly had my hands full with him."

On his part, the big Irishman felt surprised that he had not ended the contest before this, and so expressed himself to his second. "Begorry,"

he muttered. "The young felley knows all the tricks o' the game, and then some. I went to jam me elbow into him when we were mixin' it up there, and he blocked me as neat as ever you see. Curse me if the young spalpheen didn't seem to be ixpictin' it."

"Yah, he bane foxy one, you bet," responded the Swede, "but you yust go in an' smash him up now. He bane easy for you."

At this point the referee announced the recommencement of the contest, and again the wrestlers fenced for a hold. Then they dashed in, grasped each other, and for a moment stood motionless as though rooted to the spot. Gradually, each began to exert his strength, ounce by ounce, seeking by sheer brute force to bend the other backward. Their muscles swelled and stood out under the skin, but at first neither seemed to gain an advantage. Then, slowly, very slowly, the big sailor bent backward--further and further--until he could stand it no longer. With a yell he collapsed and went to the floor, with Drake on top of him. In a second the athlete had the giant's shoulders touching the floor, and the referee called a "down."

Then the contest should have been over, but the defeated man would not have it so. With a hoa.r.s.e shout of rage he sprang to his feet and rushed straight at Drake. When the latter saw him coming he set himself for the onslaught with a jerk, and a dangerous light burned in his eyes.

The Irishman dashed for him with the speed and force of a wild bull, and Drake ducked slightly. Then as the man reached him he grasped him by the wrists, and straightened up with a great heave. The sailor went flying over his head and shot through the air like a projectile from a gun.

A cry went up from everybody there, for it seemed certain that he would be killed. Fortunately, however, his momentum was so great that it carried him clear to the wall, where he dove head first into a bunk. For a moment he lay stunned, but then staggered weakly out, shaking his head from side to side.

"Be all the saints," he gasped, "Oi've met me match this night and got the lickin' of me life. The best man won, that's all Oi've got to say.

Shake hands before ye go, will ye, kid?"

"Sure," said Drake frankly, extending his hand. "You gave me a hard tussle, and deserved to win. I hope I never have to stand up against you again," he added, with a grin, "for you're certainly a dandy."

Then he and his followers filed out, and returned to the training quarters. The first person they saw when they entered was Reddy, and he grinned broadly as they came in. Bert had hinted pretty broadly at the object of their visit to the forecastle, but had not told Reddy openly what was in the wind, as in his official capacity the trainer would not have felt in a position to sanction the affair. As it was, he awaited news of the outcome with considerable anxiety, and seemed much relieved when the whole contest was recounted to him and he learned of its successful termination.

"Well, to bed with you now, you worthless spalpeens," he said at the end of the recital. But as they were dispersing to their bunk he called, "I'm mighty glad you won, Drake."

The next morning Drake was on deck and practising at the usual time, feeling no ill effects from his strenuous experience other than a slight stiffness, which bothered him very little. In a couple of days even this wore off, and the next day but one from the date of the exciting contest he broke the record for discus throwing by a matter of almost six inches, thus justifying the trainer's judgment.

As for the crew, they treated Drake with marked respect, and from that day forward nothing more was heard from them except praise concerning "college athletes," and especially "plate-throwers."

CHAPTER XIV

A FEARFUL AWAKENING

It was evening on board the _Northland_, cool, calm and altogether delightful. Just enough of twilight lingered to make visible the broad expanse of ocean, so calm that, if it were not so vast, one might almost think it an inland lake. A silver-crescent moon, growing brighter every moment as the soft light waned, cast its bright reflection into the quiet water where the dancing ripples broke and scattered it into myriad points of gleaming light. As the darkness grew, the stars came out and added their beauty to the night.

To the groups of young athletes, lying at ease in steamer chairs on the deck, the cool quiet of the perfect evening was most welcome, for it had been a strenuous day. The hours allotted to practice had been filled to their limit, and now it was luxury to lie with tired muscles relaxed and enjoy the peace and beauty of the quiet night.

For a long time no one spoke, but Tom, who could never bear to be quiet very long, nor let other people be, broke the silence by wondering what Berlin was like.

"Why," answered Reddy who had twice visited the great German city, "it's fine, but it sure is laid out queer, with the river running straight through it, cutting it clean in two. They've had to build many bridges, for the river branches off in more than one direction and you have to be crossing over the water every little while."

"I've read about those bridges," said Bert, "and of the eight immense marble statues that are to be seen on one of them. The statues represent the different stages of a soldier's career. On another is an equestrian bronze statue of Frederick of Germany."

"Well," said loyal Tom, "that's all right for Berlin, but I think we've left behind in little old New York, about everything that is really worth seeing."

Every one laughed, and Axtell said, "There's one thing in Berlin, you must admit, that not even New York can boast; the thing we are all more interested in just now than anything else in the world, the great Olympic athletic field."

This brought them around to athletics again and the talk ran on different events and their hope of success in each until d.i.c.k rebelled.

"Do let's talk about something else once in a while," he remonstrated, "it's a wonder we don't all dream about the Stadium and get up in our sleep and go through the motions. They say your dreams are influenced by what has made the strongest impression on your mind during the day. At least that's the theory."

"Well," laughed Drake, "I can confirm your theory in part, anyway; for last night I had the most vivid dream of a hurling match. I suppose that was because I thought of very little else all day."

There was quite a little discussion then as to whether dreams could be controlled by the will or were entirely involuntary.

"Well," Bert said finally, "as opinions seem about evenly divided, I propose that we all go to bed to-night with a determination not to dream of any form of athletics, and, in the morning report our success or failure."

In order to give their minds a different bent, they sang college songs for the next hour, then bade each other good-night, and went to put their theory to the test.

Perhaps the very determination not to dream of the athletic contest made it more certain that he would dream of just that; but, at any rate, Drake did have a most vivid dream.

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