His face was covered with blood.

He came to and I helped him up and he rushed at me like a tiger.
I remember that we had a long round then with our fists.

I knew how to take care of my face and stomach and that I did while he wore himself out in wild blows and desperate lunges.
We had dismounted near the end of a bridge.

He fought me to the middle of it and when his speed slackened I took the offensive and with such energy that he clinched.

I threw him on the planks and we went down together, he under me, in a fall so violent that it shook the bridge and knocked the breath out of him.