That bears out his story.

He ran when he saw his father on the ground.

Then here are the father's feet as he paced up and down.

What is this, then?
It is the butt-end of the gun as the son stood listening.

And this?
Ha, ha! What have we here?
Tiptoes! tiptoes! Square, too, quite unusual boots! They come, they go, they come again--of course that was for the cloak.