Like the dart of a snake the right hand hook got him below the jaw, and he was hurled breathless on the couch at the side of the room.
"Got you now!" said his father.
"Not quite yet," cried Barry.

Like a cat he was on his feet, breathing deep breaths, dodging about, fighting for time.
"Enough!" cried his father, putting down his hands.
"Play up!" shouted Barry, who was rapidly recovering his wind.

"No soft work.

Watch out!" Again the father was on guard, while Barry, who seemed to have drawn upon some secret source of strength, came at him with a whirlwind attack, feinting, jabbing, swinging, hooking, till finally he landed a short half arm on the jaw, which staggered his father against the wall.
"Pax!" cried the young man.

"I have all I want." "Great!" said his father.