His bulky padded chest was no good to me, so I couldn't try for the mark.
He began to snort now and his breath came heavily.

'You infernal cad,' I said in good round English, 'I'm going to knock the stuffing out of you,' but he didn't know what I was saying.
Then at last he gave me my chance.

He half tripped over a little table and his face stuck forward.

I got him on the point of the chin, and put every ounce of weight I possessed behind the blow.

He crumpled up in a heap and rolled over, upsetting a lamp and knocking a big china jar in two.