He sets up and licks his lips while he feels of his head.
“What did yuh say?” he asks, weak-like.
“I said, you ain’t dead.”
“Feller, there’s a lot of things that you don’t know. Where are we?”
“In the jail.”
“Thank the Lord! This is better than I expected. What are we charged with?”
“How much did yuh get in the bank?”
“There wasn’t anybody there,” he wails. “I left one boot. It hung in the cashier’s window and I didn’t have time to get it loose. How did we get here?”
I told him all I knew about it, and he marvels exceedingly.