in my head yet — worse’n when we started here. I’m all in a muddle; can’t recollect anything of it, hardly. Tell me, Joe — honest, now, old feller — did I do it? Joe, I never meant to — ’pon my soul and honor, I never meant to, Joe. Tell me how it was, Joe. Oh, it’s awful — and him so young and promising.”

“Why, you two was scuffling, and he fetched you one with the headboard and you fell flat; and then up you come, all reeling and staggering like, and snatched the knife and jammed it into him, just as he fetched you another awful clip — and here you’ve laid, as dead as a wedge til now.”

“Oh, I didn’t know what I was a-doing.

I wish I may die this