"'That's it, ole pal,' he says. 'It's for Him as made, us to explain us.'
"And I reck'n he pop off and the fat chap too.'"
II
"Then he groan, does the Genelman."
The Parson groaned too.
Knapp lifted his face.
"Ah," said he. "And fancy me layin there listenin, just the thick of the door a-tween us."
He stared at the hands upon his knees.
"I made shift to get on my legs, but lor bless you! I couldn't stir. It was all, 'O my God, send a thunder-bolt and put him out of his pain!'
"Then he groan again.