Not a sound was to be heard but the groans of the wrestlers and the singing of the nightingales in the grove of the Altis.

At last, the youth succeeded, by means of the cleverest trick I ever saw, in clasping his opponent firmly.

For a long time, Milo exerted all his strength to shake him oft, but in vain, and the sand of the Stadium was freely moistened by the great drops of sweat, the result of this Herculean struggle.
"More and more intense waxed the excitement of the spectators, deeper and deeper the silence, rarer the cries of encouragement, and louder the groans of the wrestlers.

At last Lysander's strength gave way.
Immediately a thousand voices burst forth to cheer him on.

He roused himself and made one last superhuman effort to throw his adversary: but it was too late.