“It's a weddin'. Ain't it? Wa'n't us. 'Nother feller did it.”
“Well, get along, then.”
“All ri'! All ri'!”
He watched the five men as far as the next electric light, and then dropped them as objects of interest.
“Hoi' on!” exclaimed the man walking beside Allen, turning suddenly upon him. “That ain't right. There's five of us. Two, three, four, five. Bet your life! That ain't right.”
They all stopped and looked at Allen. He started and his breath came harsh in his throat.
“'Nother weddin'?” said the middleman thickly. “Wa'n't him. 'Nother feller did it. You didn', did you?”
Allen shook his head “No.”
“Tha's so! Well, tha's right. 'Sh good thing. If 'nother feller does it, 'sh good thing.”
They shambled on amiably across the drawbridge. Allen fell behind, stopped, and leaned against the guard rail.