By all we knew of Folk nature he should have remained and had out his rage.

I crept to the entrance and peeped down.
I could see him just beginning to mount the bluff again.

In one hand he carried a long stick.

Before I could divine his plan, he was back at the entrance and savagely jabbing the stick in at us.
His thrusts were prodigious.

They could have disembowelled us.