Some accident had injured the muscles and deprived him of the use of it.
He closed with me, and we went at it for all the world like a couple of small boys fighting.

We scratched and bit, pulled hair, clinched, and threw each other down.

I remember I succeeded in getting on him what in my college days I learned was called a half-Nelson.

This hold gave me the decided advantage.

But I did not enjoy it long.