He fired the guns, but I do not know whether this was merely a convulsive action of his hands or whether he was trying to shoot at me.

When he went down he struck the corner of the bar with his head.

It was not a case in which one could afford to take chances, and if he had moved I was about to drop on his ribs with my knees; but he was senseless.

I took away his guns, and the other people in the room, who were now loud in their denunciation of him, hustled him out and put him in a shed.

I got dinner as soon as possible, sitting in a corner of the dining-room away from the windows, and then went upstairs to bed where it was dark so that there would be no chance of any one shooting at me from the outside.