"Do you think you can lick me--after where you've been these three years ?" Like a maddened boy Belllounds leaped forward, this time his increased violence and wildness of face expressive of malignant rage.

He swung his arms at random.

Moore avoided his blows and planted a fist squarely on his adversary's snarling mouth.

Belllounds fell with a thump.

He got up with clumsy haste, but did not rush forward again.