i 'm running towards him and i 'm yelling but i do n't know what i 'm saying and davy 's turning round in shock as i reach the shelter of the tarpaulin just after 1017 and i 'm running in with the rifle up above my head like i 'm some stupid madman and 1017 's turning to me but i do n't give him a chance to do nothing and i knock him hard in the face with the butt of the rifle and he falls back on the ground and i lift the rifle again and bring it down and he raises his hands to protect himself and i hit him again and again and again- in the hands- and the face- and in those skinny ribs- and my noise is raging- and i hit- and i hit- and i hit- and i 'm screaming- i 'm screaming out- `` why did you leave ? ''