Page 167 (1/2)

Then, suddenly, hands were upon my throat, and I could feel the

hot pant of his breath in my face, breath that hissed and

whistled between clenched teeth Desperately I strove to break

his hold, to tear his hands asunder, and could not; only the

fingers tightened and tightened

Up and down the rooh the open door--out into the whirling blackness of the

stor rain and

deafened by the roaring rush of wind, we fought--as our savage

forefathers may have done, breast to breast, and knee to knee

--stubborn and wild, and le for

supremacy and life

I beat him with my fists, but his head was down between his arhter; and

noere down, rolling upon the sodden grass, and noere

up, stuers sank

the deeper, choking the strength and life out of me My eyes

stared up into a heaven streaked with blood and fire, there was