Only I saw Jones, who was more than half drunk, cursing and swearing in Welsh and English.

When the auctioneer began to sell, Jones went into the house and Bones went with him.
After enough had been sold to pay the debt, and while the mob was still laughing and shouting, suddenly the back door of the house opened and out rushed Jones, now quite drunk, a gun in his hand and Bones hanging on to his coat-tails.

I was talking to the auctioneer at the moment, and my belief is that the brute thought that I was Johnson.

At any rate, before anything could be done he lifted the gun and fired, at me, as I think.

The charge, however, passed my head and hit poor Johnson full in the face, killing him dead.