Ware waited in amused patience to learn just how much Jumbo knew about wrestling.  Jumbo wandered around on his knees, feinting for another Half-Nelson, and making many false plays to throw Ware off his guard.

Suddenly, while Ware seemed to be all neck against a Half-Nelson, Jumbo dropped to his knees near Ware’s right arm, and, shooting his left arm under Ware’s body and his right arm across beneath Ware’s chin, laid violent hold on the man’s left arm near the shoulder with what is known as the Farther-Arm Hold.  Jumbo’s movement was so quick and unexpected that Ware could not parry it by throwing his left leg out and forward for a brake.  He realized at once that he would have to go, and when Jumbo gave a quick yank he rolled over and bridged.  But Jumbo followed him quickly over, and clasping Ware’s left arm between his legs, he forced the right arm out straight also with both his hands so that Ware could not roll.  Then he simply pressed with all his force upon Ware’s chest.  And waited.

Also weighted.

Ware squirmed and wriggled and grunted and writhed, but there was no escape for him, and while he stuck it out manfully, with Jumbo heavy upon him, he knew that he was a goner.

And finally, with a sickly groan, London Bridge came a-falling down.

The bout was Jumbo’s, and he retired to his corner with a heart much lighter.  The applause of the audience, the rip-roaring enthusiasm of the Kingston Academy yell, followed by the beloved club cry of Lakerim, rejoiced him mightily.  He had put down a man far heavier than he; and he felt that possibly, perchance, maybe, there was a probability of a contingency in which he might be able to have a chance of downing him once more—­perhaps.

It was a very cool and cautious young man that came forward to represent Kingston when the referee exclaimed: 

“Shake hands for the third and last bout!”

Jumbo, as soon as he had released Ware’s fingers, dropped to his hands and knees on the mat, squatting far back on his haunches, and manifested a cheerful willingness to go almost anywhere except on the back of his two shoulders.

It was Ware’s turn to be aggressive now, for he had been laughed at not a little for being downed by so small an opponent.  He spent some time and more strength in picking Jumbo up bodily from the mat and dropping him all over the place.  Jumbo’s practice at bridging stood him in excellent stead now, and he got out of many a tight corner by a quick, firm bridge or a sudden spin.

Ware time after time forced one of the boy’s shoulders to the mat, and strove with all his vim to force the other shoulder down.  And he generally succeeded; but the first always came up.  Jumbo went willingly from one shoulder to the other, but never from one to both.  He frequently showed a most obliging disposition, and did what Ware wanted him to, or, rather, he did just that and a little more—­he always went too far; and Ware was becoming convinced that he never could get those two obstinate shoulder-blades to the mat at the same time.