“Where’s Jimmy?” asked Hashknife. Nanah shook her head. She didn’t know where he was.
“I hear much noise,” she said dumbly. “I come. Jimmy on floor. I run to door. Man hit me.” Her hand went to her head. “I fall on floor. I do’ know. I look from window, I see.”
“You saw ’em goin’ that way?”
“Yes.”
“How many men, Nanah?”
“I do’ know. I can’t see very good. Too much blood.”
“How long ago, Nanah?”
“I do’ know. Pretty sick in head.”
“She got an awful wallop,” said Sleepy. “Prob’ly got to the window, saw ’em pullin’ out, and collapsed. What’s the program?”
Hashknife ran through the house and came back.