Knowing this, I had instructed Yamba to keep him carefully away, and on no account let him run loose.
Fully aware that delays were dangerous, I gripped my opponent once more and tried to throw him over my back, but this time he was too wary, and broke away from me.

When we closed again he commenced his old tactics of trying to crush me to the ground by sheer weight, but in this he was not successful.

Frankly, I knew his strength was much greater than mine, and that the longer we wrestled the less chance I would have.

Therefore, forcing him suddenly sideways, so that he stood on one leg, I tripped him, hurling him violently from me sideways; and his huge form went rolling outside the square, to the accompaniment of delighted yells from his own people.
I cannot describe my own sensations, for I believe I was half mad with triumph and excitement.

I must not forget to mention that I, too, fell to the ground, but fortunately well within the square.