After much puttering, he reached the goal of his ambition, and got the deadly Full-Nelson on Jumbo’s head, and forced it slowly and irresistibly down.  Just as he was congratulating himself that he had his fish landed, Jumbo suddenly whirled his legs forward and assumed a sitting position.  The whole problem was reversed.  Ware rose wearily to his feet, and Jumbo returned to his hands and knees.

Once more Ware strove for the Nelson.  He was jabbing Jumbo’s head and trying to shove it down within reach of his right hand.  Suddenly, with a surprising abruptness, Jumbo’s head was not there,—­he had jerked it quickly to one side,—­and Ware’s hand slipped down and almost touched the floor.  But the watchful Jumbo had seized Ware’s wrist with both hands, and returned to the big fellow the compliment of the Straight-Ann Leverage and the Flying Mere which had been so fatal to himself in the first bout.  Ware’s fall was not nearly so far as Jumbo’s had been, and he managed to bridge and save himself.

Before Jumbo could settle on his chest, Ware was out of danger.  But he went to his hands and knees in a defensive attitude that showed he was nearly worn out.

Jumbo did not see just what right Ware had to imitate his own position, and the two of them sprawled like frogs, eying each other jealously.

Jumbo soon saw that he was expected to take the aggressive or go to sleep; so, with a lazy sigh, he began snooping around for those nuggets of wrestling, the Nelsons.  After foiling many efforts, the Trojan noted all at once that Jumbo’s head was not above Ware’s shoulders, but back of the right armpit.  In a flash a thought of pity went through Ware’s brain.

“Poor fool!” he almost groaned aloud; and reaching back, he gathered Jumbo’s head into chancery.

A sigh went up from all Kingston, and Sawed-Off gasped: 

“Poor Jumbo ’s gone!”

But just as Ware, chuckling with glee, started to roll Jumbo over, the boy swung at right angles across Ware’s back, and brought the Trojan’s arm helplessly to the Hammerlock.

This was a new trick to Ware, one he had never heard of, but one that he understood and respected immediately.  He yielded to it judiciously, and managed to spin on his head before Jumbo could land on his chest.

Ware had more respect now for Jumbo, and decided to keep him on the defensive, especially as a bystander announced that the time was almost up.

Ware rushed the contest, and, after many failures, managed to secure a perfect Full-Nelson.  Jumbo’s position was such that there was no way for him to squirm out.  He resisted until it seemed that his neck would break.  In vain.  His head was slowly forced under.

And now his shoulders began to follow, and he was rolling over on his back.

One shoulder is down.

The referee is on all fours, his cheek almost to the ground.  He is watching for the meeting of those two shoulders upon the mat.