"Flemming is the leader, and his enmity against me has been aroused because I have been taken on the crew in his place. I did not seek the position, and I was surprised when Collingwood called on me to take it." "You were no less surprised than others, for Collingwood has always maintained that Yale's methods are superior to those of Oxford, and he knows you believe quite the opposite. It is a matter of speculation if he intends to change to the English methods at this late hour." Frank smiled. "Collingwood is not a fool. There will be no change. Already I am in training to perfectly acquire the Yale stroke." This was both a surprise and a relief to Jack, who had feared that Collingwood had decided on the change, and that in case Harvard won Merriwell would be blamed to a certain extent. "I am glad, Merry!" exclaimed Diamond, his eyes gleaming. "If Yale wins and we square matters with Flemming and Thornton, I shall be perfectly satisfied." "I am hoping to get at Mr. Flemming this afternoon," said Frank, grimly. "How is that?" "He spends some time in the gym every day, and I timed my visit to-day in order to catch him here." "But what can you do here?" asked the Virginian, wonderingly. "You can't fight him in the gym." "I do not want to fight him." "No?" cried Jack, in astonishment. "Then what do you mean to do?" "Flemming considers himself the champion wrestler at Yale. I hope to wrestle with him." "Hope to wrestle?" exclaimed Diamond, still more astonished. "Why, even if you were to throw him, it could give you very little satisfaction." Frank smiled mysteriously. "Do you think so?" he inquired. "Well, we shall see. When you are ready, we shall go out. I will wrestle with you, and you shall throw me. We'll be near Flemming at the time. That will give him an opportunity to pass some remarks, if he so desires. If he does so, you may be sure I will lose no time in picking them up. I am tired of fighting, and I hope to finish this chap in another way." "If you finish him by wrestling with him, I shall consider it a marvel. I am afraid you have misjudged your man, Merry; he'll not be finished so easily." "We shall see. Are you ready? Then come on." They left the dressing-room, Frank in advance. As they came out they were regarded with some interest by the knot of sophomores, who were still talking of the surprising change that had been made on the crew. As he passed the lads, Frank called pleasantly to them, and they greeted him in return, and the manner in which this was done would have betrayed to a keen-eyed stranger that Merriwell was something more than an ordinary man at college. Frank's keen eyes detected Flemming at the ladders. "That is first rate," he muttered. "The turf is nearby." A few moments later Frank was engaged in casting the shot near where Fred Flemming was exercising on the ladders.