But Stinky, whose blood was up, seized the mallet again, and forced every ounce of his strength into the blow.

The manikin flew a foot higher than the previous mark.

The contest went on, each striving to beat the other's mark, with blows that threatened to shatter the machine, till both were tired.

But Stinky's second blow held the record.

Chook was beaten.
"Is there any other game yer know ?" sneered Stinky.
Near them were the shooting-galleries, looking like enormous chimneys that had blown down.