They had locked their arms about each other's waists, and there they clung, while they pressed upon each other with all their might.
For a little time they swayed and swayed.

There were screams and cries of pain.

They wavered and turned about, but still the crush continued.
The scouts were getting in their work, hooking their bent arms around the necks of their opponents and yanking them out of the line.
Before long the rush turned into a general pushing and hauling.

Freshman pitted himself again sophomore, and a score of wrestling matches were in progress.
Merriwell and Browning had clinched at the outset, but it was a long time before they could do anything but cling to each other.

When they did have an opportunity another soph, a scout, spoiled the match by making a low tackle on Frank and flinging him to the ground.