Once more Reade bent and rose.

As he did so, Eugene Black shot through the tent doorway, landing on the ground a dozen feet beyond.
Tom stood in the doorway, smiling.

Black leaped to his feet.
"You puppy!" gasped Black, sending his right hand back to his hip pocket.

Tom didn't wait to see what he would bring out, but darted forward.

This time he seized the stranger in a dead tackle, dropping him over on his back without throwing him.
"Now, roll over," ordered Reade grimly.