Four miles! I remember my swimming eyes saw a small bridge across the road an infinite distance away.

In fact, it was not a hundred feet distant.

When I reached it, I sank down and lay on my back panting.
The girls tried to lift me, but I was helpless and suffocating.

Their cries of alarm brought Larry, a drunken youth of seventeen, who proceeded to resuscitate me by jumping on my chest.

Dimly I remember this, and the squalling of the girls as they struggled with him and dragged him away.
And then I knew nothing, though I learned afterward that Larry wound up under the bridge and spent the night there.
When I came to, it was dark.