She had quite taken the breath out of him.

I knew just what to do in that moment of time she had gained.

I leaped to meet her, catching her about the waist and holding on hand and foot--yes, by my feet; I could hold on by them as readily as by my hands.

I could feel in my tense grip the pull of the hair as her skin and her muscles moved beneath with her efforts.
As I say, I leaped to meet her, and on the instant she leaped straight up into the air, catching an overhanging branch with her hands.

The next instant, with clashing tusks, the boar drove past underneath.