And as I realized this I felt the grip of my arms growing slacker, and knew that in a second or two I should feel that long Indian steel.
I made a desperate effort, and swung round so that I got my left shoulder on his knife arm.

That brought my right shoulder close to his mouth, and he bit me to the bone.

The wound did me good, for it maddened me, and I got a knee loose, and forced it into his loins.

For a moment I dreamed of victory, but I had not counted on the wiles of a savage.

He lay quite limp for a second, and, as I relaxed my effort a little, seized the occasion to slip from beneath me and let me roll into the burn.