Knapp was leaning forward, his chin on his hands.
"Yes, it was a sweet cop. They was expectin the foot, and they got the orse, and got em ot."
He chuckled faintly.
"I couldn't see much, but I eard enough to make my eart glad. Scream!—I tell ye…. It were better'n beer to me.
"Then I faints for loss o blood."
He paused, staring at the ground.
"When I come to, the foot—soldiers were carrying the Genelman through the door—them long legs of is'n and all."
His voice began to jerk.
"Just the same—only more paler-like."
He was jigging with his knees, and the words joggled as they came out.