On Land and Sea at the Dardanelles

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.