“Oh, sure, I got killed all right, as far as that’s concerned. Oh, my! I heard a lot of folks talkin’ about the busted window, while I’m crawlin’ around on my hands and knees, trying to find a way out.
“And then I got the scare of my life,” Honey laughed foolishly. “I found a man in there.”
“Yuh found a man in there?” queried Sleepy quickly.
“Uh-huh. Honest Injun, cross m’heart. He’s there yet, too. By golly, it scared me so much that I got right up and walked out the back door. Funniest feelin’ yuh⸺”
“Hold on a minute!” snorted Sleepy. “You walked out the back door, Honey?”
“Shore did, Sleepy.”
“Was it unlocked?”
“Must ’a’ been—I jist turned the knob. I was on my hands and knees, kinda crawlin’ and feelin’ along, when I got hold of somethin’ that feels a lot like a man’s legs. I keeps on feelin’, and I keeps on a-risin’, until my hands touch his face, and then I high-tailed it outside. I fell down over a box and bumped my head against the building, but kept on goin’. I reckon I plumb circled this side of the street, and just came back here a little while ago.”
“Yo’re drunk,” declared Nebrasky.
“I was drunk,” corrected Honey. “But by golly, I was sober a-plenty when I felt that jigger.”