“No, not exactly.”
“Slip on a banana peel?”
“I think not. I’m getting faint again, if you—”
The obliging clerk administered a third dose of the stimulant.
“Street car run over you?” he asked.
“No,” said the pale man. “I’ll tell you how it was. See that red-faced man out there swearing and dancing on the corner?”
“Yes.”
“He did it. I don’t believe I can stand up much longer. I—thanks.”
The man tossed off the fourth reviver and began to look better.
“Shall I call a doctor?” asked the clerk.