The men were wiping their foreheads, and were flushed in the face, as if with violent exercise.

Before I could get up to him, the patient rushed at them, and pulling one of them off the cart, began to knock his head against the ground.

If I had not seized him just at the moment, I believe he would have killed the man there and then.
The other fellow jumped down and struck him over the head with the butt end of his heavy whip.

It was a horrible blow, but he did not seem to mind it, but seized him also, and struggled with the three of us, pulling us to and fro as if we were kittens.
You know I am no lightweight, and the others were both burly men.
At first he was silent in his fighting, but as we began to master him, and the attendants were putting a strait waistcoat on him, he began to shout, 'I'll frustrate them! They shan't rob me! They shan't murder me by inches! I'll fight for my Lord and Master!' and all sorts of similar incoherent ravings.

It was with very considerable difficulty that they got him back to the house and put him in the padded room.