As Jumbo remarked to Sawed-Off:  “Bobbles certainly had designs on that big fellow!”

The judges had been agreed that on the points of defense, guarding, ducking, getting away, and counter-hitting, Bobbles, considering his size, was plainly the more brainy and speedy of the two.  They were also inclined to grant him the greater number of points on his form in general, and especially on account of the disparity in size and reach; and when they counted the tattoo-marks on each, they found that here also Bobbles had made the highest score, and they did not hesitate to award him the prize.

The next event was the High Kick, which was won by a Kingston hitch-and-kicker, who was a rank outsider from the Dozen.  Quiz managed to be third and add one point to the Academy’s score.

Then came an exhibition of Indian-club swinging.  Jumbo had formerly been the great Indian-club swinger of the Dozen, but he had recently gone in so enthusiastically for wrestling that he had given up his other interest.  Sleepy had taken up this discarded amusement with as much enthusiasm as was possible to him.  There was something about it that appealed to Sleepy.  It was different from weight-lifting and dumb bell exercising in that when you once got the clubs started they seemed to do all the work themselves.  But Sleepy was too lazy to learn many of the new wrinkles, and the Troy club-swingers set him some tasks that he could not repeat.  In form, too, he was not their equal; and this event went to the Kingston opponents.

A novelty was introduced here in place of the usual parallel-bar exhibition.  From the horizontal bar a light gate was hung, and the various contestants gave exhibitions of Vaulting.  The gate prevented the use of the kippie swing.  There was no method of twisting and writhing up to the bar; it had to be clean vaulting; and Kingston gradually raised the mark till the Troy men could not go over it.  At its last notch only one man made it, and that was a Kingston athlete—­but unfortunately not a Lakerimmer, as Punk remained behind with the others, and divided second place with a rival.

A Sack Race was introduced to furnish a little diversion for the audience, which, in view of the length of the program, was beginning to believe that, after all, it is possible to have too much of a good thing.  The Kingstonians had put their hope in this event upon the Twins.  None but the Dozen could tell them apart, but the Kingstonians felt confident that one of the red-headed brotherhood would win out.  And so it looked to the audience when the long row of men were tied up like dummies in sacks that reached to their necks; for, after the first muddle at the start, two small brick-top figures went bouncing along in the lead, like hot-water bags with red stoppers in them.  The Kingstonians, not knowing which of the Twins was in the lead, if indeed either of them actually led, yelled violently: 

“The Twins!  The Twins!”