Sure enough he went on presently:
"I remember everything—till—I dropped," he said haltingly. "What happened—after—that? Y'see—I—heard—firing."
Nan glanced helplessly about her. If only her father would return with the water! It might help her. She felt that she could not, could not tell him the things he was demanding of her.
But again came his demand, and in the tone of it was a sound of peevish impatience.
"What—happened—after—Nan? I need—to know."
"It all came of a rush. I can't just tell it right."
The man's eyes closed again. He remained silent so long that Nan's apprehensions reawakened. She even forgot her panic at his persistence.
"Jeff! Jeff!"
Her call to him was almost a whisper. But the man heard. His eyes opened at once.
"Yes, Nan?"