How Goliath grunts!" The boy had not cared to follow his advantage, but rose and danced away, laughing softly.

The Canuck floundered up and rushed like a furious bull.

His downfall was only the swifter.

The impact of the two bodies sounded like hands clapped together, and then Goliath rose into the air, struggling mightily, and pitched with a thud to the mat.
He writhed there, for the wind was knocked from his body by the fall.
At length he struggled to a sitting posture and glared up at the conqueror.

The boy reached out a hand to his fallen foe.
"You would have thrown me that way the first time," he said, "but you let me change grips on you.