If he had got me, this yarn would have had an abrupt ending.

But by the mercy of God I was moving sideways when he let out, and his heavy boot just grazed my left thigh.
It was the place where most of the shrapnel had lodged, and for a second I was sick with pain and stumbled.

Then I was on my feet again but with a new feeling in my blood.

I had to smash Stumm or never sleep in my bed again.
I got a wonderful power from this new cold rage of mine.

I felt I couldn't tire, and I danced round and dotted his face till it was streaming with blood.