He cut me once, before I got a grip on his wrist, an' my gun shoved against him.

Then he went weak as a rag.
But I wan't thinkin' much except about the fracas up stairs--the boys catchin' hell, an' me not with 'em.

So I didn't fool long with that feller.

I just naturally yanked him 'long with me up stairs into the kitchen, an' flung him down against the wall.

I got one glance out into the hall, an' didn't care no more what become o' him.