E DAY

Burke knew better than to attempt running; three steps in the midst of
such blinding darkness would have dashed him against unyielding rock.
Instantly, his teeth gripped like those of a bulldog, he clutched at
Winston's throat, trusting to his great strength for victory.
Instinctively, as one without knowing why closes the eyes to avoid
injury, the engineer dodged sideways, Burke's gripping fingers missed
their chosen mark, and the two men went crashing down together in
desperate struggle.

His revolver knocked from his grasp in the first impetus of assault,
his cheek bleeding from forcible contact with a rock edge, Winston
fought in silent ferocity, one hand holding back the Irishman's
searching fingers, the other firmly twisting itself into the soft
collar of his antagonist's shirt. Twice Burke struck out heavily,
driving his clinched fist into the other's body, unable to reach the
protected face; then Winston succeeded in getting one groping foot
braced firmly against a surface of rock, and whirled the surprised
miner over upon his back with a degree of violence that caused his
breath to burst forth in a great sob. A desperate struggle ensued, mad
and merciless--arms gripping, bodies straining, feet rasping along the
loose stones, muttered curses, the dull impact of blows. Neither could
see the other, neither could feel assured his antagonist possessed no
weapon; yet both fought furiously,--Burke enraged and merciless,
Winston intoxicated with the lust of fight. Twice they reversed
positions, the quickness of the one fairly offsetting the burly
strength of the other, their sinews straining, the hot breath hissing
between set teeth. Pain was unfelt, mercy unknown.

In the midst of the blind _melee_, following some savage instinct,
Winston clinched his fingers desperately in the Irishman's hair, and
began jamming him back against the irregularities of the rock floor.
Suddenly Burke went limp, and the engineer, panting painfully, lay
outstretched upon him, his whole body quivering, barely conscious that
he had gained the victory. The miner did not move, apparently he had
ceased breathing, and Winston, shrinking away from contact with the
motionless body, grasped a rock support and hauled himself to his feet.

The intense blackness all about dazed him; he retained no sense of
direction, scarcely any memory of where he was. His body, bruised and
strained, pained him severely; his head throbbed as from fe