I flung him on the ground several times, when he meant to have hurled me there.

I held him so firmly by the throat, that his blood followed my nails.

He held me, and I held him.
All was fair, thus far, and the contest was about equal.

My resistance was entirely unexpected, and Covey was taken all aback by it, for he trembled in every limb.

_"Are you going to resist_, you scoundrel ?" said he.