On his knees he flung himself backward, and
struck out. The blow caught his antagonist squarely in the face
before he had succeeded in getting a firm clinch, and as he bent
backward under the force of the blow Philip exerted every ounce of
his strength, broke the other's hold, and sprang to his feet.
He felt like uttering a shout of triumph. Never had the thrill of
mastery and of confidence surged through him more hotly than it
did now. On his feet in open fighting he had the agility of a cat.
The stranger was scarcely on his feet before he was at him with a
straight shoulder blow that landed on the giant's jaw with
crushing force. It would have put an ordinary man down in a limp
heap. The other's weight saved him. A second blow sent him reeling
against the log wall like a sack of grain. And then in the half-
gloom of the cabin Philip missed. He put all his effort in that
third blow and as his clenched fist shot over the other's shoulder
he was carried off his balance and found himself again in the
clutch of his enemy's arms.
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