Twice she gave him inviting openings and then punished him savagely before he could get away; then he attempted in-fighting, but her legs were too nimble.

And after a while he lost his head and came at her using sheer weight, which set her beside herself with fury.
Teeth clenched, crimson-cheeked, she side-stepped, feinted, and whipped in an upper-cut.

Then, darting in, she drove home her left with all her might; and Scott went down with an unmistakable thud.
"One--two--three--four," she counted, "and you _did_ tell a lie, didn't you?
Five--six--Oh, Scott! I've made your nose bleed horridly! Does it hurt, dear?
Seven--eight----" The boy, still confused, rose and instinctively assumed the classic attitude of self-defence; but his sister threw down her gloves and offered him her handkerchief, saying: "You've just got to be fair to me now, Scott.

Tell me that I throw straight and that I did hit Olga!" He hesitated; wiped his nose: "I take it back.

You can throw straight.