Then a stream of clear blood burst from both nostrils; it fell on to the ground, and the wagon slipped back.

The man walked up to it.
"'You are going to lie down, devil, are you?
We'll see you don't take it too easy.' "The thing was just dying.

He opened his clasp-knife and stooped down over it.

I do not know what I did then.

But afterward I know I had him on the stones, and I was kneeling on him.