I hold nothin' against you, but it wasn't any more
my fault than the statehouse! You run into me, much as I run into
you, and if you get well you ain't goin' to get not one single cent
out o' me! This lady here was settin' with me and we both yelled at
you. Wasn't goin' a step over eight mile an hour! I'm perfectly
willing to say I'm sorry for you though, and so's the lady with me.
We're both willing to say that much, but that's all, understand!"
George's drawn eyelids twitched; his misted glance rested fleetingly
upon the two protesting motorists, and the old imperious spirit within
him flickered up in a single word. Lying on his back in the middle of
the street, where he was regarded an increasing public as an
unpleasant curiosity, he spoke this word clearly from a mouth filled
with dust, and from lips smeared with blood.
It was a word which interested the policeman. When the ambulance
clanged away, he turned to a fellow patrolman who had joined him.
"Funny what he says to the little cuss that done the damage.
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