“All right,” cried Bob, “I'll try your way.”
He sprang upon Quincy and grabbed him by the collar with both hands and pulled him forward. This just suited Quincy, for, catching Bob around the legs, he lifted him high in the air and threw him backwards over his head. Bob's face was cut and bleeding, when he arose.
“Time's up,” cried Tom. “Three straight falls settle it.”
“The first one don't count,” growled Bob. “He sneaked in on me and I had no show.”
“He's right, Tom,” said Quincy. “We'll have one more after this if he wants it.”
This time Bob profited by having observed his antagonist's tactics. He caught Quincy around the body and tried to crush him with his brawny, muscular arms.
Tom gave a cry of alarm and came close to the wrestlers.
“Keep back, Tom,” cried Quincy. As he spoke he fell backwards, carrying Bob with him, who gave a yell of exultation as Quincy's shoulders struck the ground. His hold was relaxed while falling. Quincy doubled his legs up, put both feet against Bob's stomach, gave him a violent kick, and Bob was once more upon his back.
“'Twarn't fair,” he yelled. “I had him down first.”
“We weren't playing for points,” said Quincy, “and everything's fair in rough and tumble. If you want some more, I'm ready.”