He don't know how long he laid there, but finally he was resurrected enough to crawl over by the stove.

His arm was broke an' he was bleedin' like a stuck hog.

Miss Banks had left her handkerchief on the desk, an' he says he tried to bind up his head with it, but it was too infernal small.

Somehow he got outside an' wandered around half crazy fer a long time, finally pullin' up at my house, derned nigh froze to death an' so weak he couldn't walk no more.

He'd lost his hat an' his ear muffs an' his way all at the same time.