When he looked up again she was still standing there.

She was looking at his face with an anxious expression.
"Did you kill him ?" she asked.
"No!" said the master.
"That's what I gave you the knife for!" said the child, quickly.
"Gave me the knife ?" repeated the master, in bewilderment.
"Yes, gave you the knife.

I was there under the bar.

Saw you hit him.
Saw you both fall.

He dropped his old knife.