He felt the terrific impact of the other's body.

The foam boiled upward again, and they slipped off into the flood.
Still Aldous held to his enemy.

He could feel that he was limp now; he no longer felt the touch of the hands that had choked him, or the embrace of the arms that had struggled with him.

He believed that his antagonist was dead.

The fifty-foot fall, with the rock splitting his back, had killed him.