"The bigger they are the heavier they fall," said Tom, and yet there was a little doubt in his mind as he sized up the Goliath before him. A moment they stood, their white duck wrestling jackets in relief against the background, and then they closed into action. The young Lizard fellow was cautious and wary. Tom Glaze seized his favourite hold,--the celebrated Cornish hug, and back and forth they wavered, but the young Colossus seemed to have his great limbs, like pillars, firmly rooted in the ground. Glaze was as agile as a panther, twisting and trying trick after trick. Once he nearly had him on the hip and a hoarse "Huzza" and "Bravo" went up from many throats,--but it was only a partial success. The young Lizard fellow now tried to bring into play his great strength, but every grasp was eluded. Glaze had not been champion so long without learning many things. "At un, Tom, thraw un down!" cried the men of Helston and the miners to their champion. "At un, lad, heave un over thy 'ead!" exclaimed the Lizard and Penzance men to their partisan. "Wait a bit," said a Lizard man, with a knowing wink to a companion, "wait a bit, till 'e uses 'is strength; our man is only playing with un, I tell'ee." "Ah, dear, dear,--us thought Glaze 'ad un then; but 'e's up again." "Bravo! Bravo!" shouted the men of Penzance and the Lizard, and they fairly danced with delight, as Glaze went partially down. "No fall!" bawled the referee. "Ah was a fall, sure enough!" shouted an excited Lizard fellow; "I seed un." "Seed un," snorted Tommy Puckinharn, who was near at hand; "thee doesn't mean to say thee seed un with they great, fishy eyes of thine, do 'ee?" "Ah was a fall," persisted the Lizard man. "'Twasn't," said Tommy. "Ah was." "What's the use of saying ah was when ah wasn't," said Tommy, philosophically. "'Ere, 'ere, no fighting," said a town beadle, as he came up to preserve peace. The wrestlers after a brief rest again approached each other. Now in a crouching position they circle around each other, each waiting for an opportunity for a good hold. Suddenly they spring forward like tigers. It was a collar and elbow hold; they tugged, strained, now pushing, now pulling. Determination is on the features of each. It is apparent that the young giant is exerting his strength to the utmost. He is slowly pushing Glaze backward. Glaze gave way slowly and then with a smile and a twist and a sudden jerk-- "Huzza! Huzza! Glaze forever!" bellowed the Helston men. The young Lizard giant had gone, like a crashing oak, to the ground. "No fall," bawled the referee. The Lizard gladiator had but fallen to his knees and was soon up again, and the contest was renewed. "Man alive! Did 'ee see un? 'E went down like a kibbel in a shaft," said one tin miner to another. The one addressed answered not, but kept shouting to Glaze: "The Carnish ankle kick, boy! Kick un in the ankle, and poke un over!"