"Why didn't ye kick him?"
"Kick him?"
"Yes."
"Kick him?
"Kick him."
"Huh! dunno," said Joe, with a look of sadness turning into contempt.
"Scairt?" the other inquired.
"Scairt? Na—a—w," said Joe, scornfully.
"What was ye, then?"
"Parr'lyzed—seems so."