I am left-handed, and the blow was unlocked for.

He staggered back a step, and I deftly tripped him up, so that he fell with a crash on the hard floor.
In a second I was on the top of him, shouting to the others to lend me a hand.

This they did at last, and so mazed was he with the fall, being a mighty heavy man, that he scarcely resisted.

"If you want a quiet night," I cried, "we must silence this mountebank." With three leathern belts, one my own and two borrowed, we made fast his feet and arms, I stuffed a kerchief into his mouth, and bound his jaws with another, but not so tight as to hinder his breathing.

Then we rolled him into a corner where he lay peacefully making the sound of a milch cow chewing her cud.