“Where is he?” demanded the sergeant.
“Dunno.”
“Where did he go?”
“Dunno.”
“Didn’t you see him?”
“I reckon it was too dark, up chimley, to see anything.”
“Haven’t you seen him?”
“I reckon I have. He woked up, and druv me up chimley right smart, with the pistol in his hand; reckon, if I hadn’t gone, I’d been a dead man; I’ll be dog scotched if I shouldn’t.”
“You say he drove you up the chimney?” demanded the sergeant.
“I reckon he did.”