“What’s happened?” demanded Sam.
But he saw what had happened; and his wife saw; and so did the neighbors. The baby’s crib was mute witness to what had occurred. It was overturned—between Jack and his little family.
“Betty! Betty!” cried Mrs. Hod, kneeling down to the young mother’s assistance.
“My baby! My only, only, little baby!” moaned the girl.
“Tell me,” roared Sam to the father, “how did this happen?”
“I came in—sick—I guess—I guess—I didn’t see the kid’s crib. I fell over against it! I knocked it over—”
The neighbor woman had picked up the little body.
“It’s—dead!” she whispered hoarsely.
Sam whirled on Jack.
“Sick!” he roared. “Sick! The h—— you was sick! You was drunk! You’re drunk now! See what you’ve done? You’ve killed your own kid—!”