"There's scarcely room in here.
Well then, have it your own way, and the devil take care of you!" "I think there's enough," said Winston, and as the other sprang forward, closed with him.
He felt sick and dizzy for a moment, for he had laid himself open and the first blow got home, but he had decided that if the grapple was inevitable, it was best to commence it and end it speedily.

A few seconds later there was a crash against the table, and the stranger gasped as he felt the edge of it pressed into his backbone.

Then he felt himself borne backwards until he groaned under the strain, and heard a hoarse voice say: "If you attempt to use that foot again, I'll make the leg useless all your life to you.

Come right in here, Tom." A man carrying a lantern came in, and stared at the pair as he set it down.

"Do you want me to see a fair finish-up ?" he asked.
"No," said Winston.