“Was he out of his head then?”
“I don't know.”
“Couldn't you tell by the way he talked?”
“He didn't talk.”
“Did he see things?”
“I don't know what he saw.”
“What was it that made his dyin' so awful?”
“It was fear,” replied the doctor,
“That he'd be lost?”
“No,” said the doctor, “that he'd die before he could tell me something that he was tryin' to tell me.”