Ragnar leapt upon its back and struck at it with his knife, thereby only maddening it the more.

I ran in and grasped Steinar, whom the bear was again hugging to its breast.

Seeing me, it loosed Steinar, whom I dragged away and cast behind me, but in the effort I slipped and fell forward.

The bear smote at me, and its mighty forearm--well for me that it was not its claws--struck me upon the side of the head and sent me crashing into a tree-top to the left.

Five paces I flew before my body touched the boughs, and there I lay quiet.
I suppose that Ragnar told me what passed after this while I was senseless.