"Another case of Corineus and the giant Gog-ma-gog,"[8] said Captain Tom Lanyan to his friend, the Major. [8] Wrestling match of Corineus, the Trojan, and Gog-ma-gog on Plymouth Hoe--"Polyolbion," Michael Drayton, 1563-1631. "Aye, possibly," said the Major. On went the wrestling match, with the advantage at one moment to Glaze, at another to the young opponent. Glaze seemed the better in agility and wrestling tricks, but his skill in these things were offset by the giant's strength and wariness. The crowd from a wildly shouting mass became silent, and were alertly watching every movement of the straining figures. They were at last becoming aware of what Glaze knew for quite a time. The champion had met his match. He knew it, for with all of his skill he was unable to overcome his opponent. But what was still more manifest was that the young Lizard giant, with all of his strength, could not conquer the old, wrestling hero. The time was up at last, and there were stout huzzas for both as they shook hands. The decision went to Glaze, not on falls, but on points, as he showed the greater skill. Then Glaze held up his hand for silence and began to speak. "I want to congratulate my opponent on his stout defence, and say 'e's the hardest man I ever met in a wrastling match." There was a roar of cheers, and then when silence came, he continued: "Men, you knaw the decision is just as to points. My opponent could not thraw me, as 'ee have seen, and I couldn't thraw 'im. Now, I'm getting old for the ring, and am about going to quit wrastling. This is my last battle. I 'ave only waited until I could find the man I couldn't thraw, and now I've found un, I give to him the championship and all the honours of the position. What do 'ee say? Is it right?" There was silence for a moment, and then, after the import of Glaze's generous offer became more fully understood, there was a resounding cheer that went up again and again. The people knew that, next to Glaze, there was none more capable or worthy of defending the championship of Cornwall than the young Lizard giant. "Do ye know, lad, who the young Lizard chap was?" asked the Major of Ande,--but Ande was gone. Both wrestlers had been taken up on the shoulders of the crowd and carried, with various shoutings, to the Angel Inn. Ande followed, pushing and shoving his way through the crowd. When he entered the Inn, he shouted, "Where's the champion?" "He's up in his room, changing his clothes," said the landlord. Ande pushed his way up the stairs and opened the door of the room indicated. "Dick, Dick, Dick, old fellow!" "Ande,--why bless----"