It was the same with the tugs of war. One tug was put upon the programme early in order that the winners of it might have time to recover their breath and be in condition to meet the next comers. It would be an impossible task to describe all the many events that succeeded each other rapidly that evening. Every one had its interest and importance, although in the audience at large, as it had been at Yale, the tug of war was watched for with the greatest anxiety and excitement. There may be space, however, to indicate the outcome of one or two minor events in which Frank and his companions were especially interested. The first thing on the programme consisted of the contests in high jumping and the first bout in wrestling. The jumpers went through their work at one end of the floor, while the wrestlers struggled at the other. The drawing of lots resulted in putting Mellor of Yale against Grant of Cornell for the first try. The Yale managers almost groaned aloud at this piece of ill luck. If there was anybody among the wrestlers representing the other colleges that they feared, it was this same Grant. He was fully as large and muscular as Mellor, and had easily downed everybody who had met him in his own college. With Mellor in good condition the Yale men would have believed that the chances were at least even for his victory; as it was, those who understood the case were certain that the Yale freshman would be turned down quickly. Of course the managers said nothing openly after the lots were drawn, but they exchanged views in private just before Mellor went out to begin his work. "Tough luck," remarked Frank, between set teeth. "I wish we had sent him back to New Haven," grumbled Hill. "It's a confounded shame," exclaimed Rowland, "that Mellor couldn't have had a chance to meet Sherman of Harvard first. He could probably throw Sherman even if he were still half full, and that would give him some kind of a standing, but now he'll go out there and get turned down so dead easy that everybody will laugh at Yale, and the rest of our fellows will get rattled." "I don't think the rest of us will get rattled," said Frank, "and perhaps Mellor won't be such an easy victim as you think." "Let us hope that he gets at least one fall," muttered Hill. There was no time for further talk about the matter, and they went out to the main hall to see the event. At the upper end of the floor Higgins was taking his first leap, but the managers paid little attention to him. They hoped he would win, but they were confident that whatever happened he would make a good showing, and they could not take their eyes from their champion wrestler. Mellor was still looking as solemn as if he were at a funeral. His face was rather pale, and he sat in a chair at one side perfectly motionless until the call came to enter the ring. Grant of Cornell, on the other hand, was laughing and chatting with his managers, and his face was pink with health.