He grew eager, and allowed me to catch him by the wrist.

I drew him toward me, but he braced with his free arm bent against my throat, and the more I pulled, the more I choked.

Then by sheer strength I drew his arm over my shoulder as I had that of Harry Singleton.

He glided into this as though it had been his own purpose, and true as I speak I think he aided me in throwing him over my head, for he went light as a feather, and fell on his feet when I freed him.

I was puzzled not a little, for the like of this I had not seen in all my meetings with good men.
As we stepped about cautiously, seeking to engage again, his eye was fixed on mine curiously, half contemplatively, but utterly without concern or fear of any kind.