Promptly the pair headed for Tennis, Blackman high, Howardson low. Then they charged, and Jim, still shocked, struck back.
They both hit him at one time, high and low, and all three went sprawling. On the bottom, Jim gouged outward, swung a mean elbow and caught something soft and yielding. A fist hit him in the face. He kicked upward and hit something hard. A heavy blow caught him in the pit of the stomach and, simultaneously, a flailing arm batted him across the ribs. They rolled free, then, propelled by Jim's knees.
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