Then with all my strength I stabbed upwards, driving the sword far into the soft part of the throat.

Feeling the pain of the sharp iron the beast let go of Bes and turned on me.

How it happened I do not know but presently I found myself upon its back and was striking at its eyes.

One thrust at least went home, for the blinded brute rose to the surface, bearing me with him, and oh! the sweetness of the air as I breathed again.
Thus we appeared, I riding the crocodile like a horse and stabbing furiously, while close by was Bes rolling his yellow eyes but helpless, for he had no weapon.

Still the devil was not dead although blood streamed from him, only mad with pain and rage.