"Ay ban yust as good a man as you ban, Daylight," Olaf spluttered, as he pulled himself to his feet; "but by Yupiter, I ban navver see a grip like that." French Louis was the last of the five, and he had seen enough to make him cautious.

He circled and baffled for a full minute before coming to grips; and for another full minute they strained and reeled without either winning the advantage.

And then, just as the contest was becoming interesting, Daylight effected one of his lightning shifts, changing all stresses and leverages and at the same time delivering one of his muscular explosions.

French Louis resisted till his huge frame crackled, and then, slowly, was forced over and under and downward.
"The winner pays!" Daylight cried; as he sprang to his feet and led the way back into the Tivoli.

"Surge along you-all! This way to the snake-room!" They lined up against the long bar, in places two or three deep, stamping the frost from their moccasined feet, for outside the temperature was sixty below.