So once again fists were clenched and jaws set--once again came
the trampling of feet, the hiss of breath, and the thudding shock
of blows given and taken.
A sudden, jarring impact--the taste of sulphur on my tongue--a
gathering darkness before my eyes, and, knowing this was the end,
I strove desperately to close with him; but I was dazed, blind
--my arms fell paralyzed, and, in that moment, the Smith's right
fist drove forward. A jagged flame shot up to heaven--the earth
seemed to rush up towards me--a roaring blackness engulfed me,
and then--silence.