"Well, ye don't look as ef ye felt fust-rate. How did ye git in here?"
"Oh, I was damned when I died. It's all right, I know; but it's terrible."
"Why, ye don't think ye're in hell, do ye?" inquired Jim.
"Don't you see?" inquired the wretch, looking around him.
"Oh, yes; I see! I guess you're right," said Jim, falling in with his fancy.
"But where did you come from, Jim? I never heard that you were dead."
"Yes; I'm jest as dead as you be."
"Well, what did you come here for?"
"Oh, I thought I'd call round," replied Jim carelessly.
"Did you come from Abraham's bosom?" inquired Mr. Benedict eagerly.