 Somehow, during the course of that day's hunt, I became separated from the others. Then suddenly I came upon Tom struggling with a man in a deep ravine. The would-be killer? The man with the shotgun? The other man fell, the gun went off, and he was killed instead of Tom. Go on, Brother Pocket. Well, immediately I told Tom we should find the others, tell them what had happened, that he would have none of it.