Even the cowboys, Blunt's partisans, could not refrain from exclamations that honored the "polished gem from the East." Nevertheless, the Bar Z fellows kept all their encouragement for their own champion.
"He's got nothin' on ye in weight.

Barzy!" called Aaron Lloyd.

"Flop him! Jump in an' turn him over!" "For the honor of the ole Bar Z, Barzy!" whooped Ben Jordan.
"It's yore bout, pard!" cried Bandy Harrison.
Suddenly the two wrestlers rushed at each other.

By a quick movement, Blunt secured a hold which Merry did not fancy, and he slipped out of his grasp.

On the marble whiteness of Merriwell's bare back four livid streaks showed, and a flick of red oozed from one of them.
"First blood fer Barzy!" howled Harrison.