He had finished the stalls, and was sweeping when he heard a sound at the back door, and turning saw Jimmy clinging to the casing, unable to stand longer.

Dannie sprang to him, and helped him inside.

Jimmy sank to the floor.

Dannie caught up several empty grain sacks, folded them, and pushed them under Jimmy's head for a pillow.
"Dannish, didsh shay y'r nash'nal flowerish wash shisle ?" asked Jimmy.
"Yes," said Dannie, lifting the heavy auburn head to smooth the folds from the sacks.
"Whysh like me ?" "I dinna," answered Dannie wearily.
"Awful jagsh on," murmured Jimmy, sighed heavily, and was off.

His clothing was torn and dust-covered, his face was purple and bloated, and his hair was dusty and disordered.