A second time a halt was nearly the end of me.

A great stone flew through the air, and took the cliff an inch from my head, half-blinding me with splinters.

And now I began to get angry.

I pulled myself into cover, skirted a rock till I came to my corner, and looked back for the enemy.
There he was scrambling by the way I had come, and making a prodigious clatter among the stones.

I picked up a loose bit of rock and hurled it with all my force in his direction.