There was a strange faint sensation, and my whole energy seemed centered in the two ideas--to strike and to keep my knees up.
I knew that I was getting faint, but I was dimly conscious that his efforts, too, were relaxing.

His weight on me seemed to increase enormously, and the last idea that flashed across me was that it was a drawn fight.
"The next idea of which I was conscious was that I was being carried.

I seemed to be swinging about, and I thought I was at sea.

Then there was a little jolt and a sense of pain.

'A collision,' I muttered, and opened my eyes.