"I am delighted to see you, Mr. Randall," he said. "If you will change----" "No time for that. I’ll strip to my shirt, be ready in a winking." He threw off coat and waistcoat, wrenched off his collar, with some peril to the stud, and knotting his braces about his waist, stood ready. Meanwhile Mr. Kishimaru had stepped to the bench. "The Koshinage is the exercise we have been practising, Mr. Amory," he said. "Perhaps you will be good enough to go through it with Mr. Randall, an old pupil. I will watch, and criticise if necessary." Amory sprang up. In the newcomer he had at once recognised a schoolfellow--Randy, they used to call him; a fellow everybody liked; impulsive, generous, easy-going, always in scrapes, always ready to argue with boys or masters. They had left school at the same time, and had not seen each other since. Mr. Kishimaru explained to Randall that his pupil would practise the exercise with him, and was about to introduce the two formally. But Randall anticipated him. "Hullo, Amory!" he cried. "It’s you. Didn’t recognise you. Come on; no time to spare." Without more ado they took up position for the exercise, holding each other as though they were going to waltz. Then they made one or two rapid steps, Mr. Kishimaru skipping round them, intently watching their movements. With a sudden turning on his toes and bending of the knees, Amory dragged Randall from behind on to his right hip. A jerk of the left arm and the straightening of the knees lifted Randall’s feet from the ground, and in another moment he was hoisted over Amory’s hip to his left front and deposited on his back. "Excellent! Excellent!" cried Mr. Kishimaru. "Just what I tried to do with big Heneky, and came bash to the ground with him on top of me," said Randall. "But it’s knack, not strength. I’m heavier than Amory. Show me the trick." Mr. Kishimaru placed them again in position, showed Randall how to get advantage in the preliminary grip, and left them. In a few seconds Amory was thrown. "You have it, Mr. Randall," said the Japanese, rubbing his hands with pleasure. "It is like a problem in chess: white to play and mate in three moves. It is inevitable, given the position; it is mathematics, mechanics, applied to the muscular human frame..." "That’s all right, old chap," interrupted Randall. "Knack, I call it. Once more, Amory, then I must be off." But at the third attempt he failed, and he would not be satisfied until he had performed the feat three times in succession. Then, looking at his watch, he found that he was too late for his train. "Can’t be helped," he said. "I’ll go down to-morrow. Come along to my hotel, Amory: haven’t said how-de-do yet. We’ll have some grub and a talk. But you’ve got to change. Can’t wait. I’ll do some shopping and wire home to the governor; you’ll find me at the Arundel. Dinner seven sharp: don’t be late." "The same old Randy!" thought Amory, smiling as he went into the house to change.