SAM. He's a good deal better this morning.
EM'LY. Who?
SAM. The Pinkerton that was shot.
EM'LY. The Pinkerton?
SAM. Yes.
EM'LY. I thought he was dead.
SAM. Oh, that's what Clark said—but the other doctor turned him over and got him breathing again.
EM'LY. I'm so glad—poor fellow—and Jim kicked him so yesterday—clean across that stile.
SAM. When he come here?
EM'LY. Yes, with that letter.