Then, with a roar, he leaped forward, swinging both arms and closing in.
Tom Reade had had his best physical training on the football gridiron.
He dropped, instantly, as he leaped forward, making a low tackle and rising with both arms wrapped around Bellas's knees.

Tom took two swift steps forward, then heaved his man, head first, out through the open doorway.
Bellas landed about eight feet away.

He was not hurt, beyond a jolting, and leaped to his feet, shaking both fists.
"Not unless you really insist upon it," smiled Tom, shaking his head.
"It's too warm for exercise to-day." "You tricky little whipper-snapper!" roared Bellas, making an angry bound for the doorway.
Tom met his angry rush.

Both went down, rolling over and over on the ground.

Bellas wound his powerful arms about the boy, and would have crushed him.