"If the wicked entice thee, consent thou not.

Get behind me, Satan! Brothers, oh, my dear brothers! it makes my heart sad and weary to see so much wicked strife and contention." Punch Swallows, the red-headed soph, found himself pitted against Lucy Little.

Despite his name, Little was not a "sissy," and he was no mean antagonist, as Punch found out.

It was nip and tuck between them, and neither seemed to have the best of it.
Some of the sophs were able to down their men, but they were so outnumbered by the freshmen that they could not hold an advantage very long.
The struggle between Browning and Merriwell waxed furious.

The big sophomore exerted himself to his utmost, and he found that it was necessary that he should do so if he had any thought of holding his own with the freshman leader.
Frank knew all the time that he was pitted against a hard man, and so his muscles were strained and his nerves were taut.
"Now, fresh, we'll see what we can do for you," Browning said, as he made a mighty effort to land Frank on his back.
"You are very kind," laughed Merriwell.