He had cut his foot on the rock.

Still keeping his evil eye upon me, he knelt down by the water's edge and began slowly to bathe the wound.
"By the way, boy, what did you say your name was?
Jasper?
Jasper what ?" "Trenoweth." "Ten thousand devils!" He was on his feet, and had gripped me by the shoulder with a furious clutch.

I turned sick and cold with terror.

The blue sky swam and circled around me: then came mist and black darkness, lit only by the gleam of two terrible eyes: a shout--and I knew no more..