My opponent was there already--looking, I must say, a little undecided.
In a moment his huge arms were about my waist and shoulders.

It did not take me very long to find out that the big chief was going to depend more upon his weight than upon any technical skill in wrestling.

He possessed none.

He first made a great attempt to force me upon my knees and then backwards; but I wriggled out of his grasp, and a few minutes later an opening presented itself for trying the "cross-buttock" throw.

There was not a moment to be lost.