I could see it ever so plainly.

For it was all in that big patch of light.

Just like a scene on a stage.
Then, Mr.Brice got to his feet, and swung the man to one side, by the throat.

And as he did, you jumped up, too, and hit him on the head with that miserable wrench.

As he fell, I could see the other man stagger off toward the path.