It was the darkness that foiled him--this and the eel-like
struggles of his adversary. At last, in desperation, he let go with
his right hand, and drove his fist at the other's head. He missed
his face, but hit him somewhere, for he heard his skull rap on the
floor, while the knife flew out of his hand, and tinkled away
across the cement floor.
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