it: he let go, with a cry of
, and with his left hand twisted the other man round so quickly,
that he received the next blow of Cole's cudgel.  Then he dashed his
left fist into Cole's eye, who staggered, but still barred the way;
so Little rushed upon him, and got him by the throat, and would soon
have settled him: but the others recovered themselves ere he could
squeeze all the wind out of Cole, and it became a struggle of three
to one.

He dragged them all three about with him; he kicked, he hit, he did
every  that a man with one hand, and a lion's , could do.

But gradually they got the better of him; and at last it came to
this, that two were struggling on the ground with him, and Cole
standing over them all three, ready to strike.

"Now, hold him so, while I settle him," cried Cole, and raised his
murderous cudgel.

It came down on Little's shoulder, and only just missed his head.

Again it came down, and with terrible force.

Up to this time he had fought as mute as a fox.  But now that it had
come to mere butchery, he cried out