Surprisingly, being struck on the head did not help Will remember the third line he was searching for. He was too worried about when the next hit was going to come, and when it inevitably did, he was forced off-balance, and had to stabilise himself with one hand. The Sheriff was not gentle with his hits. Will pushed himself upright again and glared up at him. "I'm trying!" he said resentfully, wiping the corner of his mouth where there was a tickle of blood. "Just let me get it!"