I thought I had got rid of him when I came in here.

I left him busy killing a duck more than a quarter of an hour away.

I'll have to pay for that, I expect, on my way back." "Have you tried throwing stones at him ?" asked Harris.
"Have I tried throwing stones at him!" replied the man, contemptuously.
"I've been throwing stones at him till my arm aches with throwing stones; and he thinks it's a game, and brings them back to me.

I've been carrying this beastly brick about with me for over an hour, in the hope of being able to drown him, but he never comes near enough for me to get hold of him.

He just sits six inches out of reach with his mouth open, and looks at me." "It's the funniest story I've heard for a long while," said the landlord.
"Glad it amuses somebody," said the man.
We left him helping the landlord to pick up the broken things, and went our way.