My opponent was a powerful man, but I held him in a grip of rage.

Truthfully, I began to enjoy the situation.

There is something exhilarating in the fighting blood which rises in us now and then.
This exhilaration, however, brought about my fall.

In the struggle I forgot the other, who meantime had recovered his star-gemmed senses.

A crack from the butt of his pistol rendered me remarkably quiet and docile.