Tad’s left hand joined his right in closing over his adversary’s wrist. He whirled sharply, bringing Bob’s left arm over his adversary’s shoulder. Then something happened that made the cowmen gasp with astonishment. The slender lad lifted the big mountain boy clear of the ground, hurled him over his head, and still clinging to the wrist, brought him down with a smashing jolt, flat on his back in the middle of the village street. Phil Simms narrowly escaped being struck by the heels of the mountain boy’s boots as they described a half circle in the air.