I declare I had no thought of harming him, but he always put me in a rage, so I did not mean to speak to him at all.

Well, he came close up, and all of a sudden I thought I should like to pay him out for hitting me with his whip, and I just lifted up my stick and knocked him over.

It was a sharper blow than I meant it to be, for the blood ran down as he fell.

He lay on the grass, and I was going to walk back home when I saw that my stick was all over blood, and there was some on my hands too.
That made me mad with him, because I thought I might be found out by it.
I went a little way further to hide the stick, and I saw a man lying down.

Then I thought _he_ might have seen me and I should have to quiet him too, but he was fast asleep, and did not move a finger; that made me think of putting it on him.