_I_ killed him." He stopped.

All the exultation of his triumph was not quite conquered yet.

He had killed his enemy.
"That day," he went on, "I was going down to the mill; I had a big stick in my hand that I had but just cut, and I thought what a good one it would be to knock a man down with.

I was going along, in and out among the bushes, when I caught sight of him coming riding slowly in front.

I knew he was most likely going to the creek, for it seemed as if he could not keep from meddling with me continually, and I did not want to talk to him, so I slipped into a big bush to wait till he was gone by.