He struggled fiercely once again, then lay quiet, looking up at Harlson with malignant eyes.
Harlson's fit of rage had gone entirely.

There had come upon him a swift compunction.

"Why did you try to murder me ?" he asked.
"You know well enough, -- -- you!" came from between the teeth of the man on the ground.
"I do not.

I can't understand it! Have I ever injured you ?" "Injured me?
You dodging, lying thief! What are you quibbling for?
You know just how you have injured me.

Why don't you finish the thing?
Get a club and knock out my brains! They won't hang you, for you can say it was in self-defense, and my being here will prove it.