The gigantic Burrows was toiling in the garotte of Rupert, while Basil was striving to master his mighty hands.
Rupert and Basil were both particularly strong, but so was Mr Burrows; how strong, we knew a second afterwards.

His head was held back by Rupert's arm, but a convulsive heave went over his whole frame.

An instant after his head plunged forward like a bull's, and Rupert Grant was slung head over heels, a catherine wheel of legs, on the floor in front of him.

Simultaneously the bull's head butted Basil in the chest, bringing him also to the ground with a crash, and the monster, with a Berserker roar, leaped at me and knocked me into the corner of the room, smashing the waste-paper basket.

The bewildered Greenwood sprang furiously to his feet.