Greaves had leered--he had corroborated Bruce's vile insinuation about Ellen Jorth.

So it was more than hate that actuated Jean Isbel.
Greaves was heavy and powerful.

He whirled himself, feet first, over backward, in a lunge like that of a lassoed steer.

But Jean's hold held.

They rolled down the bank into the sandy ditch, and Jean landed uppermost, with his body at right angles with that of his adversary.
"Greaves, your hunch was right," hissed Jean.