Jack stabbing Kong

Driscoll ducked just in time. Kong’s great black questing hand snatched at the air, barely missing him. Driscoll realized that their shouts must have called the giant creature back. Now he seemed intent on destroying his last enemies.
His fingers stretched out, but Driscoll was ready with his knife. He stabbed shrewdly at Kong’s dusty, hairless palm, and immediately the beast-god jerked away and roared. Denham threw a rock. Driscoll could not see where it struck, but he heard Kong grunt in anger before the giant hand groped down into the cave again.
This time he snatched quickly, missed, and got clear. He snatched again and missed again. Driscoll stabbed at the fingers, but Kong ignored the wounds.
Driscoll crouched against the back wall of the shallow fissure, stabbing at every chance. Twice huge, curving fingers brushed him; twice he dug his knife in and got away. Kong forced him to the side, cornered him. Crouching lower, making himself as small as possible, he gripped his knife tightly and hunted desperately for an opening.
Then, from not too far away, Driscoll heard a scream—Ann’s voice.
A moment later, Denham yelled, “He’s leaving, Jack! He must be going to check on her!”


Merian C. Cooper's King Kong, Chapter 14