Then a gentle ripple formed a small bow-wave around the croc's snout as the huge reptile began to come alive. Gellatly waited motionless, knowing the croc would take him down into the dark depths and tear his body apart. With nowhere to go, Gellatly dove. In a second the crocodile attacked; Gellatly was winded by the body blows that hammered into him. The big man kicked and punched in a furious panic in the dark. Somehow he kept the teeth at bay but the crocodile stayed close and circled him eagerly, looking for a limb to grab hold of. Then suddenly the croc was gone. Gellatly surfaced, gasping for air. For a brief moment there was quiet. Then all hell broke loose as Gellatly felt the full length of the crocodile's body thrust against his as it powered out of the water and fastened onto his right arm at the elbow. Down he went again. This time he knew what was coming and made the only move he could. The old hunter knew the croc would launch itself into a tail-driven spin and wrench his arm from its socket, tearing him literally limb from limb. Before the animal did so, Gellatly clasped his legs around the reptile's torso, so as the croc spun he went with him. As long as he could hang on, the crocodile would not have the leverage to wrench his arm off. Gellatly remembered someone once told him that jamming a finger in a croc's eye will make it break its grip. He plunged his left thumb into the beast's eye socket and gouged with all the strength he could muster.