There was not a single shout for help.
Skelly would not want to call attention, and Harry recalled afterward that in the tremendous tension of the moment the thought of it never occurred to him.

He continued to press savagely upon Skelly's throat, while the mountaineer rained blows upon his chest, blows that would have killed him had Skelly been able to get full purchase for his arms.
He heard the heavy gasping breath of the man, and he saw the dark, hideous face close to his own.

It was so hairy that it was like the face of some huge anthropoid, with the lips wrinkled back from strong and cruel white teeth.
It seemed to Harry in very truth that he was fighting a great wild beast.

His own breath came in short gasps, and at every expansion of the lungs a fierce pain shot through his whole body.

A bloody foam rose to his lips.