Blunt was lifted clear of the ground on Merry's back.

It was the old reliable hip lock.
The next instant, Blunt had fallen.

Merry was on top and Blunt's shoulders squarely on the ground.
"First fall for Chip Merriwell," sang out Clancy.

"He's a chip of the old block in more ways than one." Blunt got up, smiling.

It was his old, mirthless smile, and, like a barometer, announced his rising temper.
The second round was a little more exciting.