Grey was much the larger man and much the stronger. It may be doubted whether he knew himself the extent of his own strength, but such as it was he resolved that he must now use it. "There is no help for it," he said, as he also prepared for action. The first thing he did was to open the door, and as he did so he became conscious that his mouth was full of blood from a sharp blow upon his face. Vavasor had struck him with his fist, and had cut his lip against his teeth. Then there came a scramble, and Grey was soon aware that he had his opponent in his hands. I doubt whether he had attempted to strike a blow, or whether he had so much as clenched his fist. Vavasor had struck him repeatedly, but the blows had fallen on his body or his head, and he was unconscious of them. He had but one object now in his mind, and that object was the kicking his assailant down the stairs. Then came a scramble, as I have said, and Grey had a hold of the smaller man by the nape of his neck. 
Grey was much the larger and the stronger man. It may be doubted whether he knew the extent of his own strength, but he resolved that he must now use it.
"There is no help for it," he said, as he opened the door. As he did so he became conscious that his mouth was full of blood from a sharp blow upon his face. Vavasor had struck him with his fist.
Then there came a scramble, and Grey was soon aware that he had his opponent in his hands. I doubt whether he had attempted to strike a blow. Vavasor had struck him repeatedly, but he was unconscious of the blows that had fallen on him. He had only one object now in his mind, and that object was to kick Vavasor down the stairs. Now he had a hold of the smaller man by the nape of his neck. 