When I got up in my bed to face him he felled me.

See, there's the mark of it," and he showed a long scar on his forehead.

"He went off with my best axe, a gill of brandy, and a good coat.

He was looking for my gun, too, but that was in a hidy-hole.

I got up next morning with a dizzy head, and followed him nigh ten miles.