But somehow I didn't, and looking closer, I saw the man was unconscious.

Then I scouted to see what had cut me, and found that the fellow had lost a hand.

In place of it he wore a sharp steel hook.

This I had tangled up with and gotten well pricked.
I dragged him out into the light.

He was a slim-built young fellow, with straight black hair, long and lank and oily, a lean face, and big hooked nose.