"Where was you then?"
"Ramblin' away, sir."
"What do you mean by ramblin' away?"
"Runnin', flyin', hittin' the dust."
"Then you don't know who fired first?"
"No, sir, not directly."
"Call Jerry McManus," said Budlong. A red-faced, jovial-looking Irishman took the chair.
"Where were you when this trouble started, Jerry?"
"Under a sycamore tree, asleep."
"Had you been drinkin'?"