Now came the struggle.

All hands was now rushed upon the brave fellow, and, after beating him for some time, they succeeded in overpowering and tying him.
Henry put me to shame; he fought, and fought bravely.

John and I had made no resistance.

The fact is, I never see much use in fighting, unless there is a reasonable probability of whipping somebody.

Yet there was something almost providential in the resistance made by the gallant Henry.